Me: “Oh, I absolutely mean it.”
The clause I showed him wasn’t just a simple IOU. It was a carefully crafted legal agreement—one he signed without reading—stating that if he left me before repaying every cent, I had full rights to take legal action and seize his assets. And now that he had a shiny new M.D., those assets were looking very appealing.
Jake scoffed. “This is insane. No court will uphold this.”
Me: “Oh, they will. But even if they don’t, do you really want your hospital to find out you conned your way through med school by manipulating someone who loved you? Think they’ll be excited to work with a doctor who lies and uses people?”
His face went pale. The woman in red—the one he’d been flaunting—looked between us, suddenly unsure.
Her: “Jake, what’s going on?”
Me: “He didn’t tell you? How romantic. Jake promised me forever while I paid for everything—school, rent, food—and now that he’s got the title, he thinks he can upgrade. But don’t worry, he’ll explain it all… while dodging lawsuits and malpractice claims.”
Jake’s jaw clenched. “You wouldn’t do this.”
Me: “If you’d ever truly listened to me, Jake, you’d know—oh, I absolutely would.”
That graduation party I spent weeks planning? Canceled. Instead, I threw a different kind of celebration—with friends, colleagues, and even some of his classmates who’d long suspected he was using me. Now they had the full story—and a front-row seat to his unraveling.
Jake tried to backpedal. Tried to make deals. But I wasn’t interested. His residency program caught wind of the situation. They couldn’t fire him on the spot, but let’s just say his “fresh start” came with serious baggage. Word got around. And fast.
Meanwhile? I flourished.
I’d spent years pouring myself into Jake’s ambitions, setting mine aside. But after that night, something shifted. I remembered who I was. Strong. Capable. Brilliant.
I went back to school, pursued the dreams I’d shelved, and within two years? I was earning more than Jake ever imagined. He, on the other hand, was stuck—drowning in debt, dealing with a bruised reputation, and abandoned by the woman he threw everything away for.
Last I heard, he was job-hopping and barely keeping his life together. As for her? She moved on the moment the money dried up.
And me? I found someone new. Someone who didn’t need my money, but wanted my heart. Someone who saw me, truly saw me—and never made me feel like I wasn’t enough.
Here’s the truth: know your worth. Protect it. And if someone treats you like a stepping stone, show them that you were the foundation they could never rebuild once they burned the bridge.
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