They Called Me a Gold Digger—Until They Learned the Trut

Right after college graduation, my fiancée—who happened to be a CEO—threw me a lavish engagement party and even gave me a supplementary credit card, telling me to use it however I pleased.

I made up my mind not to touch the card, but she got upset.

“Gabriel, you’re going to be my husband. My money is your money. Just spend as much as you want! If you won’t even spend my money, does that mean you don’t love me? Or are you thinking of backing out of our engagement?”

Phoebe's eyes turned red as she begged me to use her money, claiming she couldn’t eat or sleep unless I did.