Frugal Husband's Secret Identity1
My husband Eric Pike had dreams but was light on cash. I fell for his solid character and ditched the dowry. We skipped the whole wedding spectacle.
Over the three years we've been married, I've seen his relentless hustle and have been financially backing him all the way.
For my birthday, he surprised me with sneakers he snagged for a steal at a hundred bucks—I was touched beyond words.
Then, while moonlighting one day, I discovered he splurged on a high-end dress for his old flame, costing a small fortune.
That was a real eye-opener—turns out he wasn't exactly broke; he was just pinching pennies on me.
I threw the divorce papers in his face and demanded, "Get lost, and repay every dime—you owe me double!"
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Eric's birthday was just around the corner.
He's a basketball fanatic, and those top-tier twelve-thousand-dollar sneakers in his online cart had been collecting dust for a year.
I decided to buy them and give him a knock-out surprise.
Between my day job and two night shifts, I barely dragged myself home after midnight, utterly wiped.