Tamed by Money

After I went broke, a possessive, dark-haired guy started harassing me.

“Sweetheart, I found the boba tea you threw away. There's still lipstick on the straw. I really want to kiss it…”

Me: “Spot me for the tea, it was $12.”

“Sweetheart, I stole your jacket. It smells like you. I love it so much…”

Me: “That one was $300. I can sell you my perfume secondhand.”

The dark-haired guy was bewildered:

“Sweetheart, aren't you scared of me? Does it mean anyone with money can pursue you?”

I received a transfer of $52,000 from him.

I replied without hesitation:

“Husband.”

Dark-haired guy: “?”