My husband Kyler Ross was a miser.

I bought an item of clothing worth 11.5 dollars including shipping, and he was so angry that he stamped his foot at home.

"You're a big spender. How can we support our life in the future?"

I bought some health products when I was sick, and he gave me the silent treatment for seven days.

"You are just being fooled by charlatans!"

Even when I transferred 8.5 dollars to my younger brother Liam Collins on his birthday, Kyler complained with tears and snot.

"You only think of your brother! Please, please spend less!"

For the sake of our relationship, I chose to compromise and tolerate.

I spent less and lived frugally as Kyler asked.

Unexpectedly, I lived a frugal life for a lifetime.

When I was old, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer because I often ate leftovers. But he ignored my desperate pleas and forced me to leave the hospital, watching me die in great agony.

I woke up again.

I got back control of my money.

The hell with being frugal. I wanted to live freely!

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"Treating your illness will probably cost tens of thousands of dollars. I know it's a big burden for your family."

The doctor handed me the test report with a sympathetic expression on his face as if he had already pronounced my death sentence.

But I felt ecstatic.

Tens of thousands of dollars?

Only tens of thousands of dollars?

Over the years, Kyler and I had saved at least 500,000 dollars. It was enough to pay for my treatment!

I looked at Kyler with joy while he shot an angry look at me and jumped up, slamming the test report down on the desk.

"If I pay for this, can you guarantee a cure?"

The doctor naturally couldn't make such a guarantee. He could only remind Kyler tactfully that there was a high chance of survival if I underwent the treatment; otherwise, I would end up dead.

But Kyler said stubbornly to me, "This is the trick that doctors use to deceive their patients."

...

Soon, he ignored my desperate pleas and arranged for my discharge.

After I returned home, my illness quickly worsened.

When I was in excruciating pain, he didn't even buy me painkillers.

I suffered physical and mental torment and soon passed away.

...

After death, a wisp of my soul watched Kyler casually bury my ashes in the overgrown grass at the village entrance.

Then with our lifelong savings, he married a younger wife and lived a comfortable middle-aged life.

I worked hard for years, but all in vain!

...

I woke up again!

I went back to the time when Kyler first asked me for my payroll card.

"Bella, I am a professional financial officer. I am definitely better at managing money than you!"

"Besides, there are so many household chores. I don't want you to worry about our finances!"

"Give me your payroll card. I promise I will double the money next year!"

Kyler held my hand, embraced me, and earnestly persuaded me to give him my payroll card.

Seeing the new decoration on the glass, I quickly realized something.

This was the first month of our marriage.

In my previous life, I listened to his nonsense and handed over my payroll card.

But I never got it back in my whole life.

Kyler said that if I needed anything, I should tell him and he would buy it.

But in reality, he was extremely stingy.

He even hesitated whether to buy me a dress worth 35 dollars from summer to autumn. Finally, he didn't buy it on the pretext of the weather.

Every time I made a fuss, he would cry and say, "I came from the countryside, and I have lived a hard life for too long. I'm sorry to make you suffer."

...

I could only let it go for the sake of our relationship.

But in the end, I lived a frugal life for a lifetime, and he spent all the money we saved on another woman!

Damn!

What a terrible man!

I sneered.

I calmly distanced myself from him.

Looking at his eager face, I slammed the table and decided to do something.

"Humph! Other men's wives manage the money, but you, on the contrary, ask me for my payroll card!"

"I work just for the joy of getting paid. If I give you my card, what motivation do I have to go to work?"

"Besides, when men have money, they do terrible things. What if you mess around out there?"

I stood with my hands on my hips, looking furious.

Kyler didn't expect that I, who had always been gentle, would react so strongly.

He got down on one knee in front of me and raised his hand to swear.

"I will never do that. You can rest assured! I only love you!"

I snorted.

And I threw my bank card on the table.

"Anyway, since I'll have to ask you for money in the future, I might as well just resign now!"

As soon as Kyler heard me mention resignation, his face changed.

After all, I was still paying a portion of the mortgage and car loan.

If I resigned, he would probably struggle to support himself.

After a moment's hesitation, he handed me the bank card and quickly changed his mind.

"Alright, alright, if you don't want to give it to me, forget it. We are a family. We shouldn't argue about this."