The Boyfriend I Struggled to Support Through Grad School Turned Out to Be an Heir to a Wealthy Family

My boyfriend is the heir to a family conglomerate, with a fortune beyond measure.

But throughout our four years of college, he lived on a shoestring, sometimes getting by at lunch with rice soaked in cafeteria soup.

So he could focus on his graduate school entrance exams, I took part-time jobs, working three shifts a day to earn his tuition.

I made coffee during the day, delivered food at night, and even danced on a pole at a bar.

One day, I got a delivery gig bringing flowers.

But in a private room at the bar, I saw my boyfriend, who was supposed to be studying for his exams in the library.

He was bragging to his friends.

“I make her work so she won’t have time to cozy up to some rich guy. Otherwise, she’d cheat on me in a heartbeat.”

“She works eighteen hours a day, and still can’t earn enough to buy me a pair of underwear like the ones you gave me!”

“Oh, and she dances at a bar part-time, too. I’ll bring you guys along to check her out sometime.”

I looked at the card on the flowers and couldn’t help laughing. “For my dearest fiancée.”

The bouquet was worth eighty thousand, and my delivery fee was three thousand.

So it wasn’t that he had no money. He’d just always thought I wasn’t worth spending it on.

In that case, I didn’t feel like wasting any more time on him.