Trash for Her Debts
My wife, Alisha West, has always been obsessively frugal.
After marrying her, my single guilty pleasure became blowing money on luxury watches—almost like revenge for how absurdly tightfisted she was.
By the time our daughter, Elyse Day, turned 7, she had inherited every bit of her mother’s penny-pinching nature.
The two of them looked completely out of place in our sprawling mansion.
And I loved it.
I’d slip into my latest custom-tailored suits and watch them wince at my credit card statements, their expressions twisted in quiet pain.
Until one day, lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[This spendthrift idiot is still shopping? Doesn’t he know his wife’s company i
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