I’ve loved money since I was little.
After I started dating a rich heir, I discovered that his best friend was even richer.
Lately, that friend has been pursuing me behind his back.
I know.
It’s a trap, designed to show my boyfriend what I really am.
But all I can think is: He actually hasn’t recognized me.
I’ve had plastic surgery.
Years ago, he pretended to be poor when he dated me.
The morning after I slept with him, I told him I was going downstairs to buy him soy milk.
Then I vanished.
I’m the first love he’s hated ever since.
Now, out of sight of the crowd, he asks me quietly: “Break up with your boyfriend.
I’ll do anything you say.”