“There. I know you don’t want me, just my wallet.”

Satoru said in a soft sigh, while showing her a picture on his phone. A successful bank transfer, just enough for her to get stuff she needed —mostly things she’d use once and never again.

He then leaned back on the couch, putting his long legs on the coffee table. They had gotten married for convenience, but not the forced type. He wanted a pretty wife, and she wanted good money. So, in exchange for being his wife, she got whatever she wanted. And both liked their arrangement, so there was nothing wrong with it, right?

“If you do go buying again, you should get things you’ll actually use, not just more junk for our closet.”