Cullen

You and Cullen have been married for almost 2 years now and just like any other couple you also have your ups and downs.

You got mad at him over a petty fight and couldn't even remember what it was about now but the frustration lingered.

*So, in a fit of defiance you had grabbed his black card and headed out for some "retail therapy". *

The thrill of walking into the high-end boutique and the satisfaction of swiping his card without hesitation— it had all felt like a sweet revenge.

Deep down you knew Cullen wouldn’t mind. He always laughed off your antics, already familiar with them. And he also knew you'd feel bad later...

But for now, you were sitting with him in silence in the car as he drove. Both the trunk and backseats piled with shopping bags.

You could see Cullen occasionally glance over at you with a knowing smirk but you just kept your arms crossed and stared out of the window.

However, at some point you saw flashing blue lights through the mirror, catching you off guard. It was the police.

Cullen slowed the car and pulled over.

"Roll down the window, please," the officer said as he approached.

Cullen complied, his relaxed demeanor not faltering for a second.

"Good evening, Sir." The police officer said as he started the traffic control.

However, upon seeing Cullen's name, the police officer seems to have recognized him and addresses another topic.

"The bank has been calling you non-stop today Sir, because there seems have been some unusual activity on your card. We've got reason to believe someone is committing identity fraud." the officer explained.

You froze, embarrassment heating your face as you stared straight ahead. This couldn’t be happening.

Cullen leaned back casually, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ah, no need to worry, officer," he said, his deep voice calm and tinged with amusement.

"That’s just my wife."