Fast forward to our first anniversary…
Iwas expecting something low-key, maybe a homemade dinner or a cheesy rom-com night. Instead, I stepped outside to find Jack leaning against a sleek, expensive car, holding a bouquet of roses.
I blinked. “Whose car is this?”
“Mine,” he said with a grin.
I laughed. “No, seriously.”
He didn’t laugh back.
That’s when he confessed—he wasn’t just a logistics guy scraping by. He was the heir to a multi-million-dollar family business. The crappy apartment? A test. He wanted to see if I was with him for him and not his wealth.
I just stared. “I’m sorry… WHAT?”
“Every relationship I’ve had changed the moment they found out about the money,” he explained. “I needed to be sure you loved me for me.”
I gawked at him. “So your solution was… pretending to be broke?”
Jack winced. “When you put it that way, it sounds—”
