My Imaginary Wife Sent Me Millions

Summary

To save myself a lot of trouble, I always made up a wife.

One afternoon, while out shopping with a coworker, I spotted a jacket I absolutely fell in love with.

The only problem was the price tag—it was a bit steep.

As the sales clerk kept up her relentless pitch, I casually brushed her off. "Ah, never mind. My wife would kill me. Even if I bought it, she’d just make me return it."

I didn't think much of it. But the very next day, a package arrived at the office.

I ripped it open, and there it was—the exact jacket!