Gave Him My Paycheck, Now I Owe Him 800k

“Estelle, congratulations! You're so blessed to have a boyfriend as perfect as Jenson!”

“Seriously! He’s good-looking, has a solid job, and is head‑over‑heels for you. We’re honestly so jealous!”

My college roommates surrounded me at our engagement banquet, pouring me drink after drink.

I smiled, but a warm, bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.

They were right. Getting engaged to Jenson Middleton was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

A year ago, I was fresh out of college and full of hope. However, every résumé I sent out sank without a word. At that time, I sank deeper and deeper into discouragement in my tiny rental apartment.

Jenson, my boyfriend, was working as a department supervisor at a major company. He stood firmly by my side. He never complained, not even once. Instead, he even slipped his card into my hand.

“Estelle, don’t worry, and don’t pressure yourself. Take this card. The PIN is your birthday. A working woman needs to have money on her, or she’ll lose her confidence.”

I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes on the spot.

I swore that I would treat him twice as well once I found a job.

Later, I finally landed a position at a start-up, but it was far from our place. My commute took four hours round-trip every day.

Jenson felt so sorry for me that he took me straight to a dealership and bought a car in full.

“Just drive to work from now on. Don’t waste your time on the road.” He pressed the car keys into my hand, smiling gently and warmly.

Everyone around us said I was blessed that I had found the perfect boyfriend. It was almost unreal.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere was lively and loud.

Suddenly, Jenson stood up and picked up the microphone.

“Thank you all for coming to Estelle’s and my engagement party. Before the ceremony officially begins, I have a personal matter I’d like everyone here to witness.”

I thought he was about to make some grand romantic declaration. I smiled at him, my eyes filled with affection.

Then, his words took a sharp turn, and his voice dropped into an icy edge.

“Estelle, we’ve been together for three years. I’ve never wronged you. When you didn’t have a job, I supported you. When your commute was long, I bought you a car. I gave you everything, yet what did you give me in return?”

I was stunned.

The large screen behind him switched from our sweet engagement photos to a series of shocking images. The photos showed a woman who looked almost exactly like me, in shadowy private rooms, entangled with more than 40 different men. She acted intimately with each one.