The village moneylender was happily married. Or so the villagers thought.
They were bitter enemies. The more miserly he became, the more irritated his wife became.
“If you are so stingy, why did you marry me?” she asked him one day.
“I did not have to spend anything on that. Only our parents had to!”
She was appalled.
That night, she stealthily sneaked into his safe, took out everything and left him forever.
Though he despised her, the moneylender had trusted her with the keys of the house and the safe. The villagers laughed at the irony of it all.
This is my third year of participating in the A-to-Z blogging challenge and like last year, I hope to complete the challenge this year too. This post is written in response to the letter M.