Killed by Her Thrift, Reborn for Revenge

Summary

Ever since I married Myra Cowan, I started living like a beggar despite making an annual salary of a million dollars.

She kept telling me, "We should hang in there for now, honey. Once we've saved enough money, we'll be able to live however we want without worrying about our financial situation."

My closet was stuffed with old suits bought ten years ago. My lunches were always sandwiches, which were nearing their expiry dates, bought from convenience stores.

My friends made fun of me for marrying a woman who was addicted to saving money.