Love Scam Unveiled

I had been with Brett Foster for a year.

Recently, I had noticed something strange about him; he was constantly asking to borrow money from me.

Although I had my reservations, I still lent him the money.

However, his requests had become more frequent, reaching a point where I could no longer bear it.

I gently hinted that I was tight on cash myself and couldn't lend him anymore.

"Amy, could you... maybe look into online loans and lend me some money?" he asked.

I frowned, "Brett, why are you so short on money lately? What are you doing with all the money?"

He hesitated, "I need it for something. Just believe me. Amy, please get an online loan for me. I'll pay you back soon."

Feeling heavy-hearted, I replied, "No. If you're short on money, why don't you ask your parents?"

Brett seemed a bit annoyed, "What do you mean by that? Amy Lewis, don't be so jerk. I'm just borrowing a few money from you."

With that, he hung up the phone.

I stared at my phone in disbelief, unable to comprehend that the person who spoke to me in such a tone was my boyfriend.

Brett had pursued me for a long time before I agreed to date him.

He was very attentive to me, and I genuinely felt he deeply liked me.

But somewhere along the line, he changed.

His attitude became dismissive, and he seemed increasingly indifferent to my feelings.

Yet, I was so caught up in the sweetness of our past

that I deceived myself into thinking he was just going through some special phase.

It wasn't until he hung up that I realized what kind of person he truly was.

I confided in my friend Ruby.

At the bar, Ruby swirled her drink in her glass and advised me, "Why are you lending him money? These days, it's common for guys to treat their girlfriends, not the other way around."

I kept my head down, silent.

When I first lent Brett money, I thought he was just short on cash for living expenses.

But his borrowing increased, and today he even said something so outrageous.

If I were materialistic, I would not lend him even a coin.

As I sat there, confused and upset, Ruby nudged me, "Amy, look over there. Isn't that Brett?"

I looked up sharply, following her gaze, and saw Brett chatting with a beautiful girl with heavy made-up.

They were quite close, and soon, I saw Brett lean in and kiss her passionately, as if no one else was around.

I was instantly furious. So this was why Brett was short on cash.

He was using my money to hang out with other women at the bar.

I instinctively wanted to confront him, but Ruby stopped me.

"Why are you holding me back?"

I asked, my mind filled with anger.

"If you rush over there and make a scene, then break up with him, do you still have your chance to get your money back?"

Ruby's words brought me back to reality. She was right. If I went over there, caused a scene, and slapped him, it would feel good. But after breaking up, the money I lent Brett, mostly given as gifts without any IOUs, would be hard to recover.

I couldn't let my money go to waste on Brett, that jerk.

Ruby came up with a plan.

She suggested I pretend not to know anything, slowly coax information out of Brett, and wait for the right moment to get my money back before exposing his cheating and dumping him.

That night, when Brett returned, I suppressed my anger and cooked his favorite meal. "I'm sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

Seeing me make the first move, Brett didn't seem ashamed. "As long as you know you were wrong, it's fine. So, about the five thousand I mentioned this afternoon, can you give it to me?"

I feigned being bothered, "I really can't come up with the money. You've borrowed too much this month. I truly have nothing left."

Brett frowned but didn't press me further, perhaps realizing he had gone too far.

Later that night, while he was asleep, I quietly checked his phone.

There was nothing unusual on his main WhatsApp account.

Then it struck me to check his secondary account.

Sure enough, I immediately saw a girl named Rosa in his contacts.

Her profile picture was taken at a hotel, wearing a beautiful dress and holding a wine glass in celebration.

Compared to her, I seemed quite plain.

I opened her social media feed, and the latest post was from her birthday.

Brett was by her side, and they looked sweet and affectionate.

I remembered that day Brett had asked me for three thousand dollars, and out of concern that he might not have enough to eat, I even sent him an extra five hundred.

It turned out he used it to buy a fancy birthday cake and luxury cosmetics for his little lover.