My Boyfriend Saved For Us But Gave It To An Influencer Chapter 2

Because of the tough economy, I lost my job. I didn’t want to worry him, so I kept it to myself and started applying for jobs in secret.

Today, a friend helped me get a gig at a private auction.

"One million, going once!"

"One million, going twice!"

"One million, sold!"

"Congratulations to bidder 1306 for purchasing the diamond-embellished lingerie!"

“Please wait a moment, our staff will bring the item to your VIP lounge!”

This was a private auction, divided into a main hall and separate VIP lounges.

I carried the tray with both hands and stepped into the VIP lounge.

The moment I saw the man sitting in the center, my mind went completely blank.

That morning, when I pretended to head out for work, he was still holding me close, whining that he didn’t want to go to work. He even said I wasn’t allowed to go either; he just wanted us to spend every moment together. He begged me to make him soup after I got home.

Yet not even a day had passed, and there he was with another woman in his arms.

“Blake, you really outdid yourself this time! Spending a million just to make a lady smile—shouldn’t that at least earn you a kiss?”

“Yeah! Kiss her!”

The others around them started to cheer.

Blake Montgomery's smile was soft, the kind of smile I’d seen before. He lifted the woman’s chin and kissed her. The way he moved, so practiced and casual, like this was routine.

In front of me, he had always been cautious, careful, acting like a man terrified of losing me. Now, he was the complete opposite.

I felt a chill wash over me, like the air conditioner in the VIP lounge was broken, making the room feel like a freezer. I couldn’t move. My body was numb, and I didn’t know how to take another step forward.

They were living in some blissful paradise, a place I clearly didn’t belong.

The group egging him on—I knew them. They were the street gang that had once beat him up over unpaid debts.

I’d met Blake on a rainy day. I had just finished feeding some stray cats when I saw him getting beaten by that gang.

I was an orphan. I didn’t have anyone to back me up, and I wasn’t about to get myself involved in trouble. So, I hid in a corner and waited it out.

Once they left, I grabbed my umbrella and started heading home. Suddenly, I felt a tug at my pant leg. I looked down and saw his eyes, drenched and desperate.

He reminded me of a stray puppy I’d once brought home. He had that same helpless, clingy look that made my heart ache. That dog had gotten sick and died, though, and I hadn’t had the heart to adopt another since.

But I took Blake in anyway. He was broke and an orphan, like me.

Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed of owning my own home. I worked for years, saving every penny, until I had a decent amount saved up. But when Blake needed medical care, most of it went to his hospital bills.

I cared for him for half a year until his injuries healed.

I made him write me a loan agreement, promising to repay me in monthly installments.

He agreed without hesitation, then blushed and asked if I’d marry him. He promised every dollar he earned from then on would be mine to manage.

I never planned on being with anyone, so I told him he’d have to buy me a house first if he wanted to marry me.

He smiled, looking overjoyed.

I was confused, wondering if I should take him to get his head checked.

But then he said, “Alright, you didn’t reject me, and that’s all I care about.”

“Cate, anything you want, I’ll make sure you have it.”

To save up for the house, he worked himself to the bone, taking on five jobs. He barely got five hours of sleep a day. I thought he’d give up soon, but he kept going for two months straight.

One night, I got a call from the hospital.

When I arrived, the doctor told me Blake was severely sleep-deprived and malnourished. If he kept this up, he’d work himself to death.

I sat by his hospital bed until he woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing he asked was what time it was—he had to go deliver milk.

I told him to stop. No more delivering milk.

He still hadn’t realized he was in a hospital. He looked confused and asked, “But if I stop working, it’ll take longer to buy the house and marry you.”

He started calculating how much time it would add if he gave up the milk route.

“Cate, why are you crying? You’re scaring me. What happened?”

It was only then that I realized my cheeks were wet. I wiped my face and said, “Just promise me you won’t deliver milk anymore, and I’ll stop crying.”

He hurried to wipe my tears, panicking, “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. As long as you don’t cry, I’ll do anything.”

Even then, he was still mumbling about money. “Cate, I know you want a home soon. Don’t worry, I’ll just pick up more clients.”

“But you have to promise me one thing—don’t leave me. If someone else offers you a house, you can’t run off with them.”

He rambled on, looking terrified that I’d abandon him.

My heart softened, and I smiled, “Okay.”

There were so many memories like that, moments where he broke down the walls around my heart.

But now, those memories felt like a cruel joke.

Reality mocked me, revealing that all of this was just a game for some rich kid. They say the best hunters disguise themselves as prey. Now, I truly understood the power of that statement.

Blake Montgomery was never the helpless puppy I thought he was. He was a tiger, hiding his claws until he no longer needed to.

And I was just the mouse he toyed with, cheering for his every move, completely lost in the performance.

I fought the urge to confront him.

Who was I to him? Who was he to me?

Our worlds were galaxies apart, and any words I said would only make me look like a fool.

To him, I was just one of many women.

Maybe the beginning was different—after all, he had tailored everything just for me. But the end was always the same.

I was nothing more than a temporary fling, someone to be thrown away once he grew tired of me.

At this point, I just wanted to leave with some dignity and protect the little self-respect I had left.

Luckily, all the staff here wore masks and heavy makeup, with standardized uniforms, so no one would recognize me.

The woman in the red dress clung to Blake, breathless from their kiss, while he left marks on her neck before finally letting go.

She slithered back into his arms like a boneless snake.

“Blake, I want to wear that lingerie tonight. Why don’t you help me see if it fits?”

She was giddy with excitement, but Blake’s eyes had already turned cold, though he still agreed to her request.

I laughed at myself for ever believing he wanted to spend every moment with me, for believing the way he cared when he ended up in the hospital trying to save for our house.

The woman in red smiled brightly, “Blake, why don’t you stay with me tonight? You always leave by 11, and I still have so many ways to spoil you that I haven’t had the chance to try yet.”

His eyes narrowed. “You think you can manage my time?”

Blake hated being controlled, hated being told what to do.

The woman turned pale, apologizing, trying her best to make amends.

Blake shook her off, his disdain for her evident. “You know the rules—I decide what I do, and no one gets to question that.”