Everyone Thought I Was a Gold-Diggger

At our engagement banquet, my fiancée—clearly drunk—sent a ninety-nine dollar pocket money in the group chat and tagged me with a "Happy Birthday."

Since my birthday was coming up in a few days, I accepted it without thinking much.

Everyone took it as a sweet display of affection—the atmosphere in the private room was lively, filled with teasing and laughter.

But then, a man suddenly showed up, looking aggrieved.

"Wayne," he said, "that birthday pocket money from Jordyn was meant for me.