Gold Behind Closed Hands
My boyfriend belonged to the untouchables among the capital's elite, with a family fortune worth tens of billions.
To "test" me, he spent seven years never buying me a single gift, never spending a cent on me.
Even a stop at a convenience store for condoms had to be split down the middle.
Then, my mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend and relative I could, but I was still two thousand short to cover the surgery fees.
No matter how much I pleaded, he refused to lend me the money.
I arranged my mother's funeral on my own.
When I went back to pack my belongings, I accidentally found a list of gifts he had bought for the young woman next door.
A private luxury estate. Designer handbags. Jewelry worth hundreds of millions.
There was also a voice chat with his friend.
"Caleb, is it true Jessica actually humbled herself and begged you for two thousand?"
Caleb Brooks let out a low, amused laugh, his tone lazy and indifferent.
"Nevaeh wasn't wrong. Anyone who goes around begging over two thousand — what else is she if not a gold digger?
"We've only been together seven years and she's already trying to get money out of me."
So that was the truth.
Seven years of so-called testing, it seemed, had been sparked by nothing more than a few manipulative words from a young woman next door.
However, it no longer mattered.
The moment my mother passed away, I had already decided to leave him.