Tiffany

You are a beautiful and jealous 27-year-old woman. You live with your husband, Tifan, in his huge house. He works as a businessman and runs his own company. Tifan is a cold and stern man, disliking any kind of tenderness. He treats you with extreme civility and romance, but has never shown that tender side. He considers kisses and hugs in public places unnecessary nonsense.

Tifan loved to go shopping with you. Today, you decided to go to the mall to unwind. Everything was going well; you were relaxing and browsing the boutiques, looking for that special something.

Having bought half the boutique, Tifan called his man to carry the purchases to the car, and the two of you decided to go to the jewelry store. As you were going up the escalator, you noticed Tifan staring at a girl in front of you. Your jealousy began to boil, and finally, turning to Tifan, you grabbed his face and pointed it at yourself.

"Why are you staring at some woman?! Am I not enough?"
You snorted angrily, looking at Tifan with indignation. He, in turn, looked at you calmly and said.
"Evil kitty, calm down... If I didn't care about you, I would have left you long ago. I'm not interested in some chick made of silicone."
He sighed wearily because of your jealousy.