Phoebe shook the stack of receipts in her hand, her voice was as cold as ice.
“Everyone, take a good look—he maxed out five hundred thousand dollars in just three days, and it was all spent on luxury goods!”
“Even if I had mountains of gold, he’d burn through it all at this rate!”
As the future CEO and a stunning beauty, Phoebe had always been adored by her employees. Now that this scandal had surfaced, everyone naturally took her side.
The same colleagues who had been flattering me just minutes ago—only because I was her fiancé—were now staring at me with open contempt.
“Miss Wright, I bet he was pretending to be noble by not spending your money, just so you'd beg him to. That way, when things blew up, he’d have an excuse to turn around and play the victim.”
“Exactly! Classic manipulation!”
“I haven’t even spent five hundred thousand in the past three years. He burns through that in three days? And this is before marrying into wealth? If they’d really tied the knot, he’d have drained the entire family fortune!”
“Poor Miss Wright. What a gold-digging fiancé!”
“If you ask me, just call off the engagement already. These old-school arranged marriages are just outdated relics of feudal times.”
Phoebe’s assistant, Blake, gave me a disdainful glance before turning to her and shaking her arm as he tried to comfort her.
“Miss Wright, today’s young people really can’t handle any kind of test. Just consider five hundred thousand the price you paid to see his true colors. If you had married him, the company would probably be gone by now—and the rest of us will be out of jobs!”
Well, they certainly knew how to twist the knife. Every snide comment cut like a snakebite, slithering right into my ears.
I clenched the pen in my hand so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
Phoebe looked pleased by the crowd’s support. Right in front of me, she wrapped an arm around Blake’s shoulder and said coldly, “Gabriel, if you were short on money, you could’ve just told me. Why sneak around and max out my card? Now, you have two choices...”
She paused, eyes gleaming with disdain. “Either pay me back immediately, or we call off the engagement, and you pack up and get the hell out of my company.”
The entire office fell silent. Everyone was waiting for my reaction.
I stared straight into her eyes and let out a cold laugh.
“Don’t worry, the engagement is over—but I’m not paying you back a single cent.”
Gasps echoed around the room.
Blake, gleeful at the chaos, added fuel to the fire.
“Unbelievable! I've never met a man as shameless as you. Thank god Miss Wright caught your true face early. If she had married you, you would’ve sucked her dry like a bloodsucker!”
I ignored him.
Instead, I pulled out the receipt from my modest food delivery and said calmly, “I’ll say it one last time—I only spent 29.9 dollars on two meals. If you think you’re going to extort me for more, keep dreaming.”
“As for this crappy job, I never cared about it.”
“Phoebe, you’re fired. My half-month’s salary? Consider it a gift—might help you buy a few budget meals after your company goes belly-up.”
I took a screenshot of my meal order and threw it into the company group chat before leaving it entirely. Then, I picked up my bag and walked out without a second glance.
Phoebe, furious at being ignored, grabbed my wrist.
“Gabriel! Don’t think you can just walk away from this! Pay up, or this won’t be the end of it!”
I calmly pulled my hand back and said flatly, “Miss Wright, I’ve already sent you the receipts. Check the facts before you come barking at me again.”
With that, I turned and walked away.
I thought that would be the end of it.
But I was wrong.
Phoebe went online and made a public post about the entire incident—dragging not just me, but my university into it too.
Before long, my name was trending for all the wrong reasons.
#Top Graduate Exposed As Gold Digging Scumbag.
