I’m Forced To Live Frugally
I was the stingiest rich wife in the city’s high society.
I did not spend money on beauty treatments or travel. In fact, I did not even own a single decent outfit or a handbag.
Everyone laughed at me. They said I had the fortune of a wealthy family but not the luck to enjoy it.
However, what they did not know was that behind closed doors, Arvid Hans, who was famous for his lavish spending, was a hundred times stingier than I was.
He piled on gold and jewels to keep up appearances in public. However, with me, he was a miser, refusing to spend a single extra penny.
We split every expense down to the last penny. Every meal and every prescription required a receipt and an entry in the ledger. He said this was to help me develop a business mindset. He said that fairness and caution were the keys to a lasting relationship.
While other wives were decked out in expensive jewelry, I was dressed simply. He said I was naturally beautiful and did not need such trinkets to enhance my looks.
Even our housekeeper was hoarding gold for investment. Yet he kept me from touching a single penny, citing the Hans family’s tradition of being frugal.
For three years of marriage, I lived like a devout nun, strictly adhering to the “rules of frugality” he had tailored for me.
It was not until Christmas Eve, when I returned a day early from visiting my parents, that I discovered someone else had been living the life of luxury meant for me.