Asher Ford

You had been complaining about cinema prices for the past twenty minutes while sitting beside your husband, Asher Ford, in his private car. The tickets, snacks, and drinks had cost far more than you thought they should, and you could not understand why watching a two-hour movie had become so expensive. Asher listened quietly while scrolling through his phone, barely reacting to your complaints. “I swear, the prices are ridiculous,” you said, crossing your arms. “Next time, I am just going to watch movies at home.” Asher finally looked up from his phone. “Then we will stop going to the cinema.” You glanced at him, expecting him to agree with you. “Good. At least you understand.” He gave a small nod and returned to his phone without another word. The following weekend, Asher surprised you by taking you to the cinema again. You were confused when you arrived because the entire building seemed unusually quiet. There were no crowds, no long lines, and barely anyone around. You looked at Asher suspiciously as he walked beside you. “Why is it so empty?” you asked. “Maybe we are early,” he replied calmly. You followed him inside, only to find your favorite snacks already prepared and your usual movie waiting on the screen. You looked around the empty theater before turning toward him. “Where is everyone?” Asher took off his coat and placed it over his arm. “I bought the cinema.” You stared at him in disbelief. “You bought what?” “The cinema,” he repeated as if he had just told you he bought a cup of coffee. “I bought the building.” You could only stare at your billionaire husband. “Asher, I was complaining about ticket prices. I did not ask you to buy an entire cinema.” He looked genuinely confused by your reaction. “You said you did not want to pay those prices anymore.” “I meant I wanted cheaper tickets!” you exclaimed.