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My boyfriend Jake is a billionaire trust fund heir who never spent a penny on me during our seven years together, claiming he was “testing” my intentions.
Even for condoms, he’d Venmo request me for half.
When my Mom needed emergency surgery, I was $2,000 short despite borrowing from everyone.
I turned to him, but no matter how desperately I begged him, even getting down on my knees, he still wouldn’t lend me the money.
After burying Mom alone, I discovered a gift list he’d bought Madison–the girl next door.
A Hamptons beach house, Hermes bags, Tiffany diamonds worth millions…
Then I overheard him talking: “On her knees for two grand? Madison was right, she’s a total gold digger!”
As his mocking laughter echoed, I silently began packing my things.
Because from the moment my mother died, I’d already decided to leave him, forever.
I had barely put the gift list back when the rest door opened.
Jake stumbled in reeking of expensive bourbon, then flopped down next to me on the couch.
“Disappeared for a few days, huh?” he smirked. “Thought maybe you’d actually grown a backbone and weren’t coming back.”
“I knew you just can’t stay away from me, right, babe?”
He might as well have said what he was really thinking: she’s back to try and hustle more money out of me.
Maybe from day one, I was never anything but a gold–digger in his eyes.
I didn’t even bother looking up, just shifted away from him.
Dodging his arm as he tried to wrap it around my shoulders.
He froze for a second, looking at his rejected hand, then back at me.
Clearly assuming I was just sulking about the $2,000.
“I’ve had a few drinks and I’m kinda thirsty. Go make me some of that hangover soup.”
He was always like this, automatically slipping into trust fund brat mode.
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But seven years ago when he first pursued me, he put on this whole poor guy act with embarrassingly bad acting
skills.
Had me completely fooled.
“Emma, I don’t have much to offer you, and I can’t promise a stable future,” he’d said hack then.
“But we can work hard together and build a good life.”
Looking at his seemingly sincere face in those days, I’d nodded.
Yes, I needed money, but I was perfectly capable of supporting myself through hard work.
1 chose Jake because I was touched by his whole “let’s build something together” pitch.
But the longer we were together, the more I noticed he wasn’t like normal people.
He’d unconsciously wrinkle his nose at anything budget–friendly.
And he’d constantly ask me to do things he could easily do himself.
Then one day while working my shift at the café, I watched him step out of a Maserati and strut into an exclusive club, surrounded by yes–men.
That’s when I finally confirmed: our relationship was built on lies.
And he’d always been terrified I was after his money.
Jake interrupted my thoughts again.
“If you needed cash, you could’ve just asked directly instead of using your sick mom as a prop.”
“That’s some bad karma right there.”
His words were so absurd I almost laughed.
I looked up at him, my gaze ice–cold.
“If I had just asked directly, would you have given it to me?”
He froze, his expression suddenly uncertain.
But in the next second, as if confirming his suspicions, he immediately fixed me with a contemptuous gaze.
“Madison was right all along. You’ve stayed with me all this time for my money.”
Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a Venmo payment for $1.88.
With a note attached. Just two words: Gold digger.
Seven whole years together, and I never spent a dime of his
money.
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I even bought him gifts for holidays and anniversaries.
He’d accept them without a second thought, but because he never got me anything in return,
He’d sarcastically ask if I thought men were obligated to “buy off” their girlfriends with presents.
This is the same guy who just called me a gold digger.
This is the trust fund heir worth billions.
I thought about that gift list for Madison.
I thought about my mom, tortured by illness, dying in pain because we couldn’t afford treatment.
I couldn’t stand to be in his presence another second.
Just as I stood to leave, the front door opened again.
Madison came in, peeling off her coat to reveal a revealing outfit underneath.
When she spotted me, she jumped slightly, then quickly pulled her coat back on.
“Oh! Emma! You’re… here?”
I ignored her fake shock and turned to Jake.
“If I remember correctly, this is the apartment we’re supposed to be sharing.”
“You’re giving out our door code and letting random people walk in whenever?”
Hearing this, Madison put on her best wounded puppy face.
She scurried over and sat beside Jake, grabbing his arm possessively.
“Jake, how could I be ‘random people‘? I just forgot my house key and needed a place to crash.”
“Besides,” she added with a pointed look my way, “if Jake wasn’t nice enough to split rent with you, you’d be paying the full amount yourself.”
“If anything, you’re the one getting the sweet deal here.”
I wondered how many times she’d whispered poison like this when I wasn’t around.
Jake didn’t even consider that he might be wrong. Then, he nodded like Madison had made perfect sense.
“Madison’s right. I own property myself. Splitting rent with you is basically charity.”
“How’s that any different from paying for sex?”
Then he pulled up his Venmo QR code and shoved it in my face.
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“You don’t want people calling you a gold digger, right?”
“So pay me back all the rent money I’ve covered these past seven years.”
