My Eight Hundred Million Dollar Ex
Language: en
My online girlfriend was a total fraud. Just the day before we were supposed to meet, she’d asked me with this fragile, nervous hitch in her voice, "Logan, my family... we don’t have much. Are you going to think less of me because of that?" I looked at the balance in my savings account—a string of numbers that felt like a fortune to me—and told her with all the confidence of a man who thought he was a king, "Don’t even worry about it, baby. Money isn’t an issue for me. I’ve got us covered." Fast forward to the big day. I was standing there, leaning against my blue Citibike, when she pulled…