The Philanthropist's Husband My Wife's Charity Was My Ruin

My wife was a famous saint. She earned $6,800 a month and donated every last cent to charity.

Household expenses, her parents' medical bills, our son's tuition, the mortgage. All of it fell on me.

My paycheck never stretched far enough, so I went to Wendy to talk it over：

“Could you maybe keep a little of your salary for the family each month?”

She got angry：

“I earned that money. I can donate it if I want to. Why do you think you get a say in that?”

Her parents jumped right in：