After I graduated, I kept hitting walls while job hunting, but my boyfriend landed a position at a big company with ease.

My boyfriend of two years voluntarily gave me his salary to comfort me.

When I finally found a job, he worried about my long commute and bought me a car.

All my friends envied me for having such a thoughtful boyfriend.

In order to buy our first house, I secretly transferred my own salary into his account as well.

A year later, we decided to get married. He held my hand and said excitedly, “I know you don’t have much saved. I don’t want a single cent from you. All I want is your whole heart.”

I was deeply moved by how considerate he was.

However, on the day of our engagement, he pulled out photos of me with more than 40 different men and accused me of cheating.

I stared at them. I had never even seen these people before.

Then, he showed me his card’s transaction history, filled with charges from a place called Sunshine Club.

“I trusted you with my card, and you used my money to fool around! I’m not marrying you. Give me back my car and the 800,000 dollars you’ve burned through.”

I calmly took out the card he had given me before and sneered, “Sure. Let’s settle the accounts properly.”

The moment my attorney revealed the true financial statements, he was completely stunned.

“Estelle, congratulations! You're so blessed to have a boyfriend as perfect as Jenson!”

“Seriously! He’s good-looking, has a solid job, and is head‑over‑heels for you. We’re honestly so jealous!”

My college roommates surrounded me at our engagement banquet, pouring me drink after drink.

I smiled, but a warm, bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.

They were right. Getting engaged to Jenson Middleton was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

A year ago, I was fresh out of college and full of hope. However, every résumé I sent out sank without a word. At that time, I sank deeper and deeper into discouragement in my tiny rental apartment.

Jenson, my boyfriend, was working as a department supervisor at a major company. He stood firmly by my side. He never complained, not even once. Instead, he even slipped his card into my hand.

“Estelle, don’t worry, and don’t pressure yourself. Take this card. The PIN is your birthday. A working woman needs to have money on her, or she’ll lose her confidence.”

I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes on the spot.

I swore that I would treat him twice as well once I found a job.

Later, I finally landed a position at a start-up, but it was far from our place. My commute took four hours round-trip every day.

Jenson felt so sorry for me that he took me straight to a dealership and bought a car in full.

“Just drive to work from now on. Don’t waste your time on the road.” He pressed the car keys into my hand, smiling gently and warmly.

Everyone around us said I was blessed that I had found the perfect boyfriend. It was almost unreal.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere was lively and loud.

Suddenly, Jenson stood up and picked up the microphone.

“Thank you all for coming to Estelle’s and my engagement party. Before the ceremony officially begins, I have a personal matter I’d like everyone here to witness.”

I thought he was about to make some grand romantic declaration. I smiled at him, my eyes filled with affection.

Then, his words took a sharp turn, and his voice dropped into an icy edge.

“Estelle, we’ve been together for three years. I’ve never wronged you. When you didn’t have a job, I supported you. When your commute was long, I bought you a car. I gave you everything, yet what did you give me in return?”

I was stunned.

The large screen behind him switched from our sweet engagement photos to a series of shocking images. The photos showed a woman who looked almost exactly like me, in shadowy private rooms, entangled with more than 40 different men. She acted intimately with each one.

“Oh my goodness!”

The guests in the hall immediately started whispering among themselves.

I stared at the screen, my mind going completely blank. I did not know any of these people, and I had never even been to these places before!

“Who are those men? Can you explain this?” Jenson questioned through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know them! That isn't me!” I blurted out desperately.

“Not you?” Jenson let out a cold sneer, then pulled out a thick stack of bank statements and slammed them onto the table. “Then take a look at this! This is the card I gave you, and this is almost a year’s worth of transactions! Sunshine Club, Golden Splendor…

"Every single transaction ran into the thousands, even tens of thousands! Estelle, do you even know how much I make in a month? You’ve been taking my hard-earned money to fund your time with these male escorts?”

Sunshine Club was the city’s most notorious money-draining den, strictly off-limits for any respectable woman.

The murmurs from the guests swelled around me like a tidal wave.

“Goodness, you really can’t judge a book by its cover!”

“After all Jenson has done for her, she turns out to be a trashy woman!”

“A gold digger is a gold digger. Hopeless and useless!”

Jenson’s mother rushed over, pointing at me while yelling, “You monster! Ungrateful scoundrel! Jenson must've been blind to fall for someone like you!”

I had no words to defend myself, only a dizzying sense that the world was spinning.

Jenson looked at me, and in his eyes was not a shred of compassion—just coldness and pure dislike.

“Estelle, I couldn’t have been more wrong about you.” He removed the diamond ring I had given him from his ring finger and tossed it to the floor. “I’m not marrying you. Return the car I bought you and every cent you’ve spent over the years, every single one!”

His friends immediately handed him a pre-prepared statement.

“The car cost 230,000 dollars. Over the past year, living expenses, gifts, and club spending have added up to 800,000 dollars. You must pay it back in full today!”

Everyone’s eyes were on me like I was already done for. They assumed that a young woman who had only been working for a year could never come up with that kind of money and that today would end in my ultimate humiliation.

I looked at Jenson's unfamiliar face, and the last flicker of warmth in my heart finally died out.

I took a deep breath, suppressing the rising shame and fury, and slowly straightened up.

All eyes in the room widened in shock as I slowly reached into the pocket of my suit and laid out the card he had entrusted me with on the table.

“Alright, then.” I met his eyes and gave him a mocking smile. “If we’re settling accounts, let’s do it. Every single item, down to the last detail!”

My composure took everyone completely by surprise.

“Settle accounts? How are you going to do that? Can you even pay?” shouted one of Jenson’s friends. “Don’t think playing tough will let you wiggle out of this! If you can’t get the money today, we’ll call the cops and report you for fraud!”

“Exactly! A gold digger living off a man, and she has the nerve to talk back!”

Laughter and taunts swirled around me, but I paid them no mind. I reached into my pocket, took out my phone, and made a call. “Mrs. Zane, you may come in.”

No sooner had I spoken than the doors of the banquet hall swung open. A poised, professional middle-aged woman stepped inside.

Mrs. Zane walked straight to my side and placed a file on the table, sliding it in front of Jenson.

“Mr. Middleton, regarding the financial dispute between you and my client, we've prepared a detailed account for your review.”

Jenson froze for a moment as he stared at the document, seemingly too stunned to even reach for it.

“First, the car, valued at 230,000 dollars.” Mrs. Zane’s assistant immediately turned on a laptop and projected a bank transfer record onto the large screen.

“The payment for the car did come from your account, Mr. Middleton. However, the day before the purchase, an amount of 250,000 dollars was transferred from Ms. Hale’s personal account to your account… Mr. Middleton, how do you explain this?”

Jenson’s face was drained of all color.

“T-That… That was a voluntary gift from her!” Jenson stammered, trying to defend himself.

“Whether it was a gift will be decided in court.” Mrs. Zane remained unmoved and went on, “Next, regarding the club spending you mentioned, we've contacted the bank and obtained surveillance footage from Sunshine Club.”

A video appeared on the big screen.

A woman resembling me was using the very card I had never touched, making repeated transactions.

“Our investigation shows that this card is indeed the same one given out by Mr. Middleton. Someone told this woman it was an extra card belonging to a wealthy client, with unlimited spending. All she had to do was sign the name ‘Estelle Hale.’”

Mrs. Zane paused for a moment and looked at Jenson with sharp, unwavering eyes. “Mr. Middleton, you forged signatures, misused another person’s bank card, and used it as false evidence to maliciously defame my client. Do you need me to remind you of the crimes these acts constitute?”

Jenson trembled all over. He wavered on his feet and staggered backward, but he was caught by one of his friends.

The hall fell silent. Everyone was frozen, stunned by this shocking reversal.

“That’s not possible… I didn’t…” Jenson’s lips quivered as panic crept into his eyes.

“Finally, let’s discuss the so-called expenses you claim to have spent on Ms. Hale.” Mrs. Zane picked up the card I had placed on the table.

“From the day this card was entrusted to my client, she has not spent a single cent. In fact…” Mrs. Zane’s tone sharpened, slicing through the tension. “Over the past year, she has deposited a total of 374,000 dollars into this card!”

Another detailed record of deposits appeared on the screen, each entry marked with the date and amount.

“And where did this money go? We've investigated that as well.”

One by one, the transaction history appeared on the screen.

“A Hermès classic handbag that cost 38,000 dollars. A total of 120,000 dollars was spent to repay your father’s gambling debts. 150,000 dollars was spent to cover the losses of your brother’s failed startup.”

It became clear that Jenson's glamorous lifestyle had been supported by me, the so-called 'gold digger'.

“Mr. Middleton, your claim for 800,000 dollars in compensation is utterly baseless.” Mrs. Zane’s voice cut like ice. “Now, you owe my client 374,000 dollars, plus the car.”

“No… It’s not like that…” Jenson was completely panicking now. He looked around desperately, seeking help from a woman in the crowd.