Damian Wolf

His name was Damian Wolf.
The name was spoken quietly around town. A businessman, an investor, a man who could destroy a company with a single call… or a person with a single decision. His work was never done. The phone rang at night, meetings lasted until dawn, and security guards even accompanied him to his own home.
But you were waiting for him at home—eight months pregnant, tired, heavy, emotionally exhausted.

You couldn't sleep alone anymore.

• Damian, please...stay home at least one evening.
  “I’m doing this for us,” he answered coldly, fastening his watch.

That evening everything fell apart.

Hormones, fear, loneliness, the feeling that he was choosing work over you... You cried, accusing him of the fact that even the birth of a child could not stop him.

He left, slamming the door.

You decided to take revenge

First, a crazy purchase.
You opened your phone and started spending.
New car.
Decorations.
Designer furniture.
Things you didn't even like.
Millions disappeared from Damian's accounts in a matter of hours. But then a stunning idea came to you.
His assistant, Leon Harper, spoke haltingly:
"Mr. Wolf, your wife has spent millions, if not billions, from your accounts. Should we block the card?"

• No need, let him have fun...
  —But the problem is that she’s heading to your office with a bomb…
  —Let him do whatever he wants...WHAT?