Rich Dad Recovered: My "Broke" Girlfriend Regrets Everything

In the third year I've decided to support my girlfriend, Iris Fulton, by opening a flower shop, she has gone into bankruptcy once again.

The first time she went bankrupt, I sold the house my grandma had left for me so that I could clear the debt of 700 thousand dollars.

The second time she went bankrupt, I was able to locate the bank passbook Mom had left for me as a wedding gift. That was how I paid back one million and six hundred thousand dollars.

The third time Iris has gone bankrupt, however, I can only grip the note with my filthy rich dad's phone number while staring at her lost and dazed expression. At that time, I'm debating whether or not I should call him.

But that night, I accidentally notice the chat history on Iris' group chat that's displayed on her tablet.

"Hey Iris, how many figures are you going to fill into the sum of the bankruptcy contract that's supposed to be cleared this time?"

"Let's put ten million dollars. Otherwise, that flower-selling plaything will be able to clear the debt in one go. It'll make things very boring."

"As expected of you, Iris! I heard that the plaything waters flowers in the morning and waters your 'flower garden' at night. You're never tired of him, are you?"

I put down Iris' tablet before calling my dad right away.

"You want me to take over the family business and marry your student, right? Fine, I'll do it. Get your men to pick me up in three days."

After hanging up the phone with my father, Iris Fulton came back with a signed IOU in her hand.

"Jas, I'm sorry. I owe another ten million this time. I'm completely useless."

Her acting was flawless. The confusion that reached deep into her eyes used to always earn the same response from me.

"It's okay. We'll work hard together and pay it all back eventually."

But this time, I just stared silently at the bracelet peeking out from beneath her sleeve. The piece looked plain and unremarkable, but I'd seen it featured in a magazine. It was worth 160 million dollars.

Iris owned a bracelet worth 160 million but supposedly couldn't repay a debt of ten million. I was completely broke, yet I'd been planning to borrow from loan sharks for her.

My genuine love for her had become the confidence she needed to toy with me without restraint. When she noticed me staring at the jewelry on her wrist, Iris leaned into my arms without the slightest change in expression.

"It's a fake, Jas. When I have money, I'll buy you whatever you want."

Because she knew I was poor and couldn't recognize luxury goods, she barely had to think before lying to me. I looked away, only to catch another message popping up in the group chat on the tablet I'd been shielding with my body.

"So what's the plaything selling this time? His flowers? His