After Seeing Through Her Boyfriend's Disguise0
My boyfriend is a liar.
He used a sob story about his broken family to take everything I had.
To help him pay off his father's million-dollar gambling debt, I sold my family home, the house that had been in my family for generations. I even sold the heirloom my grandmother left me when she passed away.
To scrape together that million dollars, to try and carve out a bit of peace for us, I took on five jobs. My meals were as simple as they could be—bread and pickles for breakfast and plain pasta for lunch. I couldn't even afford to take the air-conditioned bus.
And him? He took the money I got from selling my blood and stuffed it into a cash gun, spraying it around in nightclubs like it was nothing.
We were together for nine years, and for nine years, he lied to me.
He was never some poor, struggling guy. He was actually a filthy rich trust fund kid.
And me? I was just a bet, a little joke to keep things interesting, a gullible fool who didn't have the brains to see through him.
But what he didn't know was that to get him that money, I pushed my body to its limits. I had been diagnosed with brain cancer. I didn't have much time left.
Blake Smith, my boyfriend.
We met while working at a restaurant. Back then, we were both so young and naive.
Blake had this natural charm, a kind of beauty that reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio. One simple smile from him could make anyone's heart melt.
Blake wasn't just good-looking; he was also incredibly kind and gentle. And to top it all off, he could cook like a professional chef.
But life wasn't always fair. Despite being so perfect, Blake had to deal with a gambling-addicted father, a bedridden mother, and a younger sister still in school. The weight of supporting the entire family rested on his shoulders.
If it weren't for all that responsibility, someone else would've swept him off his feet long ago. I wouldn't have stood a chance.
Over the years we've been together, every cent Blake earned went straight to his mom and sister.
It wasn't like he wanted to live this way, but he had no choice. If he didn't send money back home, his mom wouldn't have her medicine, and his sister wouldn't have her living expenses covered.
So, all our financial burden fell on me. But I never complained, not even once.
To me, it didn't matter how hard life got as long as I had the person I loved by my side.