It was Cynthia.

After the call was connected, she yelled on the other end of the phone, "Samuel, how dare you ignore my messages and calls?!"

Indeed, this was the first time in two years of our relationship that I was indifferent to her.

Yet, she couldn't stand it.

"Come over here now. Let's talk face-to-face!"

Cynthia sent me a hotel address.

The average price of those hotel rooms was more than one hundred dollars per night.

It was incredibly cheaper than the rooms she usually checked into with her beloved.

I didn't give her any money.

I wondered what she wanted to tell me.

In the hotel room, Cynthia was dressed in a miniskirt, revealing her curvy figure.

When I arrived, she sat on the bed, glaring at me with tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter? Why did you get a room but not come to my apartment to talk?"

I got straight to the point.

When we first started dating, Cynthia hugged my arm and said coquettishly that she wanted to live with me, asking me to rent a place outside.

From the very beginning, I decided to marry her and start a family with her.

So, I agreed and rented a small house.

But Cynthia changed her mind.

She stammered out that her parents did not approve of her moving out.

Though disappointed, I didn't complain.

I was unaware that it was just because her beloved, Vincent Roberts, had broken up with his girlfriend and returned to Cynthia.

During that time, they had been living in a dilapidated rented room.

Once they planned to go out and get a room, she would find ways to ask me for money.

Just like now.

Cynthia looked at me pitifully.

"Samuel, you promised to treat me well for the rest of your life and spend all the money you earned on me.

"Why? It's only two thousand dollars now. Are you reluctant to give it to me?"

I gazed at her indifferently.

Cynthia had a pretty and charming face. By current aesthetic standards, she was a classic sweet girl.

In my previous life, I was fascinated by her appearance.

Fearless of sudden death from staying up late, I was afraid that Cynthia would lose her temper with me and break up with me.

But now, what a fucking breakup! I was unwilling to be brainwashed by her anymore.

"I have no money.

"You know I've transferred all my money to you. I only have 12 dollars."

My firm statement annoyed Cynthia.

She wept bitterly, as if I had done something terrible wrong.

"You have no money. Is this an excuse? Why don't you earn more? Will you say the same thing when we get married?

"If I need money urgently, will you just brush me off with a few words like this?"

Cynthia's several questions completely baffled me.

This was her usual tactic.

Whenever I turned her down due to some difficulty, she would always bring up the potential postnuptial problems, using promises of marriage to trick me into willingly giving her money.

Noticing my silence, Cynthia gradually softened her tone.

"If you don't have money now, you can borrow from your friends first. Anyway, with your impressive money-making skills, you will pay it back eventually, right?"

A slight noise came from the bathroom, indicating that someone was inside!

Cynthia didn't catch it, but I did.

"I'll think of a solution."

I pretended to compromise in frustration and exited the hotel room.

Before closing the door, Cynthia reminded me loudly, "I need it urgently! You must transfer it to me before tonight!"

The door was not closed tightly.

I pressed against it and eavesdropped on what was happening inside.

Sure enough, there was a conversation between a man and a woman soon.

"Baby, I'm sorry that you had to hide in the bathroom for so long."

Cynthia's voice was sweet.

She had never spoken to me in this tone before.

The man was Vincent. He seemed to kiss Cynthia. "Cynthia, I don't think it's necessary to stay in a hotel that costs over a thousand dollars. This one at the price of just over a hundred dollars is perfectly fine."

"No way!"

Cynthia immediately retorted, "I want to give you my virginity, so I can't stay in a cheap hotel!"

I almost laughed out of anger outside the room.

What a betrayal!

Even when she slept with Vincent in a hotel, she still used my money. This was truly unprecedented!

He hesitated. "Baby, you have a point. But Samuel is a poor guy. What if he can't gather two thousand dollars?"

Cynthia snorted arrogantly, "Don't worry. He will definitely give it to me.

"Over the past two years, he granted me everything I wanted, including brand-name bags, all because he wanted to marry me.

"He's just a simp. It's a waste if I don't spend his money.

"Just wait and see. He will definitely transfer the money to me before tonight!"

I sneered and left the hotel.

I couldn't wait to change all my passwords on the way.

Blinded by love, I had set up all my bank card PINs and payment passwords for Cynthia's birthday.

I even told her, "Honey, if I don't have time to transfer money to you, you can just use the passwords to access my bank cards and spend the money."

Cynthia hugged my neck with joy and kissed me on the face several times.

"I know you are the best to me!"

The happiness and sweetness of that time made me sacrifice everything.

I would be willing to give her my money and even my life.

Despite my tireless efforts and my deep affection, Cynthia broke my heart.

In my previous life, whenever she asked for money, she would pretend to be understanding, gentle and considerate.

Yet, once she got the money, it was common for her not to contact me for three to five days.

Knowing that she would not live with me, I gave up that house and rented a small studio for a few hundred dollars.

To save money, I avoided ordering takeout daily and only had instant noodles. Most of the time, I just ate bread with cold water.

In fact, I took on various part-time jobs online and offline, earning a significant amount.

During our two-year relationship, I made 200 to 300 thousand dollars and transferred all of it to Cynthia.

But she was still not satisfied.

After a quarrel, she took the initiative to reach out to me by sending me a message.

[Samuel, as long as you transfer three million dollars to me as a gift, I will consider marrying you next year.]

I was ecstatic at the news. Then, I worked part-time like crazy to make money for several months.

But later, I found out that it was because Vincent had leukemia and needed medical expenses.

She kept urging me to transfer her three million dollars within three months.

I had no other choice but to go to the hospital to sell blood.

To my surprise, I ran into Cynthia again.

She stayed by Vincent's bed, her voice gentle and affectionate.

"Baby, I will always love you.

"I'm just after Samuel's money. Once I squeeze him dry, I'll break up with him!

"Get well soon. I will marry you when you recover..."

These words had a great impact on me.

I was shocked that from beginning to end, Cynthia was just after my money and was deceiving me all the time.

On the way out of the hospital, I was in a trance and didn't notice the car speeding towards me from behind.

The car accident killed me on the spot.

I had expected that my death would arouse some hint of Cynthia's guilt.

I was willing to forgive her even if she felt the slightest bit of guilt.

However, when facing my sister holding my urn, she had such a cold attitude.

"He just lost his life, and you lost a brother. Yet, I am cyberbullied because of this. I am the one who feels truly wronged!"