Chapter 1
My boyfriend Rylan was suddenly hospitalized after a car accident.
While classmates rushed to donate money for his treatment, I continued as if nothing had happened.
Eventually, his sister found me at school.
m the classroom, she stood before me with her short–sleeved T–shirt’s rolled edges betraying her poor financial situation. She swallowed hard while Inoking at me, then spoke up amid everyone’s confusion.
*Kyra, could you please take out the money my brother’s been keeping with you? We need it desperately.”
“Mom has borrowed everything she could, but we’re still short… I know my brother has been saving money with you from the beginning.”
I frowned, completely unmoved by her pitiful appearance. “The money he saved was spent long ago,” I replied, my expression remaining neutral.
Upon hearing this, the girl’s eyes immediately reddened. “Spent? How is that possible?”
Her voice cracked with shock. “My brother has been dating you for almost four years since freshman year. Out of his $1,500 monthly allowance, he gives you $1,200, keeping only $300 for food.”
She clutched the edge of my shirt while bending slightly forward, her eyes brimming with tears. “Not to mention all the part–time jobs he takes–all that money goes into your shared savings too. That should add up to tens of thousands! How could it all be gone?!”
“He’s gone hungry several times with no money for food and had to borrow from me. He even asked me not to tell our parents, which is how I found out about this.”
With her grip tightening on my shirt, she pleaded, “Please, I know this isn’t right, and I didn’t get my brother’s permission, but as his girlfriend, can’t you help instead of leaving him to die?”
A deafening silence fell across the room until someone finally broke it.
“Wait… I thought Rylan was a scholarship student! Turns out his monthly allowance isn’t small at all!” exclaimed one classmate while others quickly joined in.
“Yeah, he’s always been so frugal… I used to think Kyra wasn’t materialistic like other girls… so all of Rylan’s money has been going to her?”
Someone else added with disbelief, “I always thought Kyra came from a wealthy family. So she’s been splurging with money Rylan saved by skimping on food?!”
As surprised and accusatory voices rose around us, I frowned at the crowd. “You’re all making judgments based on one side of the story. What gives you the right to speculate about me?” I turned back to the girl with a cold stare. “I told you your brother doesn’t have any money with me. Stop making a scene. Everyone has their own fate,” I stated, my voice remaining cold and flat.
The moment I finished speaking, slow, deliberate clapping cut through the tension. Rylan’s roommate, Dax, stood up with his hands coming together in sarcastic applause, his face twisted with contempt.
“Everyone has their own fate.‘ What a line,” he sneered while stepping forward.
“Others might not know, but as his roommate, how could I not? I’ve seen with my own eyes how Rylan’s first action every month after receiving his allowance is to transfer money–to you, apparently?”
His eyes narrowed as he gestured toward my outfit. “Look at the clothes and shoes you’re wearing–all luxury brands. And Rylan? He buys $9.99 clothes with free shipping and wears his shoes until they fall apart!”
His voice rose with each word as his anger became more apparent. “Now that he’s in trouble and needs money, you’re pretending there’s no connection? Do you think we’re all idiots?”
Dax’s words hit like a sledgehammer, leaving everyone stunned.
Unlike the girl, he was our class representative–always responsible, serious, and gentle with others. No one had ever seen him angry before, yet now his eyes were wide with fury as he delivered the final blow: “Do you know Rylan got into that car accident while rushing to a part–time job to earn money for your birthday gift?!”
Dl_-” A Coom Nour Ho and His Wife Owe Me 400K
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Tearing the revelation, the Classmates who had been wavering how nity beloved him. –
Damn, I never thought Kyra was this type of person
How can she live with herself? shouldn’t couples split costs? She’s just greedy”
Facing everyone’s accusations, I simply smirked and walked away from the noisy classroom, completely unfazed by their judgment.
Little did I know that within the hour, my phone would be flooded with messages.
