In college, I once “bought” myself a girlfriend.
If she agreed to be with me, I would cover her family’s medical bills.
Humiliated, the brilliant scholarship student from a poor family stayed with me for four years.
Then my family went bankrupt.
When I broke up with her, she was as cold as ever. She did not ask me to stay—not even once.
Years later, I was serving fruit platters at a karaoke club to pay off my family’s debts. She had become a CEO and was dating the handsome star from our class.
She asked me, “Do you regret it?”
“No.”
“Well, I do.”