My Fake Poor Girlfriend

To scrape together enough money for tickets home on New Year’s Eve, I took on a part-time job and accidentally entered a livestream where money was being thrown around.

The boy on screen had fair skin and wore a high-end knit sweater, with a luxuriously decorated villa behind him.

“It’s too boring being kept here. My sugar mommy gives me more money than I can spend. Let’s do some giveaways.”

Excited, I grabbed several large cash drops in a row. The money for my girlfriend’s and my tickets was almost enough.

Then the boy suddenly leaned close to the camera.

“She keeps saying the tear mole under my eye looks like her boyfriend’s. What bad luck, sharing the same feature as some poor loser.”

My fingers trembled. I had a tear mole in the exact same spot.

A comment floated by: [How could a sugar mommy’s boyfriend be poor?]

The boy sneered, running a hand through his hair. “She’s just playing around. Told him she’s a million in debt, and he’s dumb enough to work and help her pay it off.”

My heart went cold. My girlfriend was also supposedly a million in debt.

“The funniest part is, she just spent three days with me. When she left, I asked if she still had the energy to go be with him.

“She said as long as she tells him she’s going to wash dishes at a barbecue place, that idiot will feel bad and go deliver food to make some extra money overnight.”

Another big cash drop came in. I had enough now.

My phone rang.

Wren’s voice sounded tired as she said, “Aran, the ticket money isn’t enough… I made a little over two hundred dollars washing dishes. I’ll head home now.”

At one in the morning, I almost dropped my phone.

Could the “sugar mommy” mentioned in that giveaway livestream be Wren?

When I didn’t respond, Wren’s tone lifted slightly.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you feeling unwell?”

My throat felt dry.

“Which barbecue place keeps you busy this late?”

“It’s… near the old part of town.” She spoke faster. “I’ll be home soon. I’ll transfer the money to you first.”

The call ended, and the livestream continued.

“My sugar mommy just sent me another million, told me to buy the latest watch.

“She has no sense of money. This watch is worth at most two hundred thousand… So annoying, now there’s another eight hundred thousand extra. I’ll just give it all to you guys.”

Huge cash giveaways came one after another. I felt numb, tapping to claim them one after another.

My balance went from five hundred to two thousand five hundred, then three thousand, then four thousand.

After meeting Wren, I saved all our salaries and side-job earnings. Every time I saved up two thousand, I would have her use it to pay off her debts, leaving only a little for food and rent.

Four thousand in spare money was a number I had never