My Bf Thinks I'm Poor, He Doesn't Know His Boss is My Mother

Several female coworkers surrounded Divina, and their faces full of envy.

"Divina, your necklace is gorgeous! I remember it's listed at 160,000 dollars on the Bulgari website. Did you buy it yourself, or was it a gift?"

Divina's face lit up with pride.

"Isn't it stunning? My boyfriend gave it to me as a confession gift. He ordered it directly from the store, and it arrived yesterday."

I froze. It was in the same delivery time, same brand and same style.

If this was just a coincidence, it was too much of one.

Could Calvin be seeing someone else?

The moment Divina mentioned her necklace was a confession gift from her boyfriend, the female colleagues around her grew even more envious.

"Your boyfriend must really love you! So generous and romantic, not like mine who's stingy as hell."

"Exactly! But Divina, you're a beauty and come from a wealthy family. It's only natural you'd find such a boyfriend. But you have to let him treat us to dinner!"

When Divina noticed me nearby, she raised her voice deliberately.

"Of course! My boyfriend is very generous."

Back at my desk, I felt lost.

Two voices battled within me—one insisting it was all a coincidence, and the other screaming that Calvin had cheated on me.

Calvin and I had started dating in college, and we'd always gotten along well.

Before I went to college, my mom had warned me to hide my wealth from my boyfriend.

I didn't understand why, but I followed her advice.

Calvin would stand in line in the mornings to buy my favorite shrimp dumplings, even though a single serving cost him his entire day's meal budget.

He worked during the holidays to save up for a limited-edition teddy bear for my birthday.

He treated me so well. How could he cheat on me?

But as the evening approached, he didn't mention the necklace or our five-year anniversary.

Instead, he left me at home, saying he had to work late at the company.

I sat alone in front of the computer, scrolling through photos from our university days.

By 3 a.m., Calvin still hadn't come home, and his phone was off.

Worried something had happened, I managed to get the number for the company's security desk.

But the guard told me no one was working late at the office.

On my way to work the next morning, I saw a post on Divina's Moments.

[A little puppy sure has a lot of energy. I'm exhausted, but he's still raring to go.]

The picture showed Divina resting her head on a man's chest.

Only the man's neck and below were visible, but I recognized the familiar scar on his collarbone.

When I first got together with Calvin, we went out to work part-time together. I was harassed by a gangster, and he just started fighting with that guy.

That scar was left at that time.

That scar was a badge of his love for me, and now, it was nestled against another woman.

And so, on the day of our five-year anniversary, I was cheated on by Calvin and forced to break up with him.