My boyfriend and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts and got into the same university. To buy designer clothes and bags for the girl he had always loved, he pressured me to get a job, claiming he needed money to start a business. There was a rich young lady at my school who paid 3,000 just for someone to go shopping with her and carry her bags. It was practically free money. When I told my boyfriend, he criticized me for having no dignity and said I was born to be a lackey. But when I worked three jobs a day to raise his startup funds and wore myself out, needing 100,000 for surgery, my boyfriend showed up at my hospital bed with a wealthy woman old enough to be his mother on his arm. He said he’d only realized he never truly loved me after meeting her. To make her feel secure, he literally worked me to death. Reborn, I saw the rich young lady’s job posting and my eyes lit up...
