Summary
The houses, cars, and bags he gave me were all just debts. I followed my boyfriend downstairs as he left at midnight, just like he did every night. When I reached the third-floor landing, I saw two versions of him standing there, looking exactly alike. One was buttoning his shirt while the other was taking off his watch; their movements were as practiced as a shift change. In that moment, I finally understood. The man who had spent the last three years showering me with houses, cars, and luxury bags wasn’t acting out of love. It was a calculated assembly line designed to trap me in debt.