The Realtor and My Fiancé
While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.
She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.
Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.
When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
“I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!”
“Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”
I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.
The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!