MY BOYFRIEND PROPOSED RIGHT AFTER SEEING MY LUXURY APARTMENT—HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A TEST
I met Ryan eight months ago. We had amazing chemistry. He talked about marriage, kids, growing old together—he knew all the right words. But something felt off.
He never wanted to go anywhere expensive. He always insisted we hang out at his cramped studio. He mocked “gold diggers” and women who “expect handouts.”
What he didn’t know?
I work in tech. Six-figure salary. I live in a penthouse with skyline views, designer everything, and a fridge that literally talks back.
But I kept it quiet.
No flashy clothes, no fancy car. I wanted to know if he wanted me—not my lifestyle.
At the six-month mark, I finally invited him over.
He froze at the doorman. His jaw dropped when the elevator opened directly into my apartment. He wandered around like he’d just entered a palace.
And then… it happened.
One week later, he proposed.
No romantic buildup. Just a shiny ring, a practiced speech, and a strange urgency in his voice.
But here’s the kicker:
My best friend saw him at the mall buying the ring the day after he saw the penthouse.
I smiled. I said yes. I kissed him.
Because that was Phase One of my plan.
A week later, I called him in tears…
You won’t believe what happened next.
(Stay tuned for Part 2.)