"Everyone, look! Here's the transfer history. Over eight thousand dollars in just the last two months! Now that she's got the money, she acts like she's never met me!"
I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of it. The numbers were real—real money, real transfers.
But the person chatting with him wasn't me. I didn't even have an account. How could I have taken his money?
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
"Transfer records don't lie…"
"But that phone of hers really is a basic phone. How do you explain that?"
"What if she's faking it? People will do anything for money these days."
Just then, a campus security officer pushed through the crowd, already looking irritated.
"What's going on here? Another relationship dispute? How many times do I have to tell you people, don't cause scenes on campus!"
The moment Mr. Pierce spotted him, he latched on, voice cracking with desperation.
"Please, you have to sort this out for me!"
"I rode a hard-seat train for over twenty hours to find her! She played me, led me on, and took my money!"
"Look at these chats, look at these photos! That's her, isn't it?"
The messages on his phone left nothing to the imagination.
*Baby, I reaaally want that little dress…*