Divorced at 35: My Two Million Payback

The weather turned brutally hot overnight, and I mentioned getting my parents a new AC unit, the kind that heats and cools.

My husband didn't even look up. "It's not that hot. And we're saving up to buy a house, remember?"

My mom rubbed her hands together, embarrassed. "Austin's right. Summers here only average around sixty degrees. No sense wasting the money."

But the next day, an AC order popped up in his shopping feed.

So he'd said no to my face and placed the order behind my back.