My Boyfriend Hid His Wealth to Test Me—What I Discovered Was Shocking

My Rich Boyfriend Rented a Fake Cheap Apartment to Test My Loyalty

There are certain love stories that are set in the heavens. It was written in caustic banter, spilled coffee, and one revelation that completely transformed all I thought I knew about my partner, who used the most extreme approach to test my loyalty. Ours was written in a way that changed everything I thought I knew about him.

A year ago, I met Jack in the least romantic way possible: I spilled an entire iced latte all over his neatly organized documents in a coffee shop. I was a little embarrassed by the situation. At that moment, he simply laughed and said, “Guess this is fate telling me to take a break!” I was already in a state of embarrassment and was frantically searching for napkins.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” In a feverish manner, I combed through the documents. “If I’m being honest, I’m not typically this clumsy. On the other hand, that is not the truth. “Yes, I am in 100%.”

The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he laughed, and he laughed. “Then I better move these other papers before you decide to give them a coffee bath too.”

We had a good chuckle, and I loved him out of the blue.

After a while, we found ourselves sitting together and conversing for a considerable amount of time. I found him to be hilarious, personable, and surprisingly grounded in reality. In addition to informing him about my marketing profession, he informed me that he worked in the logistics department of a small company. There will be no dazzling moves or pretension. I just had a simple talk with him that made me feel as though I had known him for a very long time.

“You know,” he continued as he stirred his second cup of coffee, “I usually despise it when people spill drinks on me, but I might make an exception this time.”

An eyebrow was raised by me. “Just this time?”

“Well, depends on how many more times you plan on assaulting me with beverages.”

And that was the beginning of everything.

Jack insisted that we spend time at his apartment from the very beginning of our relationship. I didn’t question it due to the fact that I assumed it was because my roommate was a complete and utter neat freak who detested having company over. What about his apartment? Let’s just say that it had some personality, shall we?

The location was a small studio that was barely lighted and located in an old building on the less desirable side of town. The heating device had its own distinct personality, and it only functioned when it was in the mood to do so.

Only pure resolve, patchwork, and duct tape were able to keep the couch together, despite the fact that it was older than both of us combined. The kitchen was just remarkable. Due to the fact that the stove “liked to take the day off,” he worked with only one hot plate.

When he was in his apartment one night, he triumphantly declared, “This couch is without a doubt the best thing in this apartment.” “It’s basically a luxury mattress in disguise.”

Immediately after I sat down, I felt a spring hit me in the back of my neck. “Jack, this thing is trying to assassinate me.”

Simply said, he laughed. You should give it a shot. You will eventually come to accept it.”

“Like mold?” While adjusting my position to escape another spring strike, I teased.

“Hey now, be nice to Martha.”

I was attracted to him. “You named your murderous couch Martha?”

“That is beyond a doubt! He expressed his admiration for her by touching the armrest and said, “She is a member of the family.” Also, she has been there for me during some challenging times. Dinners consisting of ramen noodles and late-night marathons of movies…”

on a suspicious look on my face, I looked at his hot plate and asked, “Speaking of dinner, how do you manage to survive with just that thing?”

With a sheepish smile playing on his lips, he shrugged his shoulders. “With just one burner and a little bit of dedication, you might be astonished at what you can create. Do you wish to view my area of expertise? My instant ramen is delicious, and I always put an egg on top of it.

The fact that he was able to make even the most mundane things sound like something extraordinary made my heart melt a little bit. “Fancy,” I giggled.

It wasn’t for the purpose of luxury that I entered into this relationship. I was not interested in having expensive dinners or living in a high-rise apartment. I liked Jack because he was always honest about who he was. And despite the fact that his living conditions were somewhat problematic, I was content.

Let’s fast forward to your first anniversary with me…

Excitement was pulsating through my veins. Jack had prepared a surprise for me, and I was anticipating something beautiful. Perhaps he would surprise me with a handmade supper, some candles from the cheap store, and a romantic comedy that we would parody together.

He yelled out to me from outside my door, “Close your eyes when you open the door,” and I complied. “No peeking!”

“If you’re bringing me another plant from that sketchy street vendor, I swear —”

When I stepped outside, I was taken aback to see Jack casually resting against a sleek and absolutely jaw-droppingly expensive car. I had not anticipated this happen. It’s the kind of thing you only see in movies or that CEOs who have private jets usually own.

He smiled as he extended a bunch of roses that were a deep red color. “Happy anniversary, babe.”

I caught my eyes on him. At the car, after that. After that, I will return to him. “Whose car is this?”

As he rubbed the back of his neck, he let out a chuckle. “Mine.”

It made me laugh. “No, seriously.”

In response, he did not laugh.

At that point, he revealed the shocking information.

Over the course of the previous year, Jack had been “testing me.” He wasn’t just a logistics guy trying to make ends meet every day. He was the heir to a family firm that was worth many millions of dollars. Indeed, the apartment was a hoax. With the intention of ensuring that I was not dating him for his financial gain, he had rented a low-cost apartment to stay.

I did nothing but look at him. My apologies… “WHAT IS IT?”

He said, “I know it sounds crazy,” while running his hand through his hair. “I know it.” It is imperative that you comprehend that every relationship I have had in the past has undergone a transformation once they became aware of the financial situation. All of a sudden, I was no longer simply Jack; I was Jack with a trust fund.

“So you thought pretending to be broke was the solution?” As I attempted to assimilate this information, I crossed my arms voluntarily.

“When you put it that way, it sounds a bit…”

“Are you insane? Are you manipulative? Similar to something that would be found in a poorly written romance novel?

Jack let out a sigh, appearing nearly nerve-wracked. “I needed to be sure you loved me for… ME.” He took something out of his pocket, which was a little box made of velvet. “And now I am.”

After that, he dropped down on one knee and proposed to her out there on the sidewalk.

“Giselle,” he began, gazing up at me with those beautiful blue eyes that were so ridiculously beautiful. “Will you marry me?”

Now, it’s possible that the majority of people would have yelled “YES” and rushed into his arms. But I was keeping my own secret.

Then, with a grin on my face, I took the car keys from his grasp and said, “Allow me to drive.” If the next thing I show you does not frighten you away, then the answer to your question is yes.

Jack appeared perplexed, but he eventually handed me the keys. “Okay…?”

I smiled and said, “Trust me,” as I spoke. “You’re not the only one with secrets.”

He was completely unaware of what was going to happen.

I drove us out of the city, past the peaceful suburbs, and directly for a set of iron gates that were so tall that they almost reached the clouds.

A frown formed on Jack’s brow. “Uh… where are we going?”

“Remember how I told you I grew up in a ‘modest’ house?” I inquired without malice.

“Yeah?”

“I may have stretched the definition of ‘modest’ just a tiny bit.”

After entering a code, the gates opened without any audible sound, revealing a vast estate that was adorned with immaculate gardens, towering fountains, and even a ridiculous hedge maze.

The jaw of Jack collapsed.

He gazed at me with his eyes wide open. If Giselle… “What the holy hell?”

I looked to him with a grin on my face as I drew the car up to the front of the estate, parked it, and then turned around. “Welcome to my childhood home.”

It was a blink. Next, I blinked once more. “You’re rich?”

“Very.”

As if a goldfish had been absorbing existential dread, Jack’s mouth opened, then closed, and then opened again at the same time. “So… you were testing ME while I was testing YOU?”

I gave a slight nod. “Looks like it.”

He murmured, “Wait,” as a realization began to present itself on his face. “All those times you acted impressed by my hot plate cooking…”

Oh no, that wasn’t acting at all. It absolutely blew my mind that someone could manufacture food that could be consumed on that device.

I had a fleeting moment of idea that he may be pissed off. Then, however, Jack suddenly burst out laughing.

“We are ridiculous,” he added, shaking his head in agreement. “I was out here trying to see if you were a gold digger, and you,” he said, pointing to the mansion that was located behind me. “You had a palace this whole time?”

“Basically.” I gave a smirk. “Guess we both passed the test.”

Jack sat back in his chair and continued to laugh as he did so. “So, does this mean your answer is yes?”

When I was pretending to think, I tapped my chin off. “I dunno. Apparently, I’ll be marrying you!

In a passionate kiss, he drew me in. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

A little over half a year later, we tied the knot in a modest but breathtaking ceremony, surrounded by our loved ones and close friends. There was one tiny thing that prevented the wedding from being perfect: our relatives would not stop talking about how we “tricked” each other after the ceremony.

“I still can’t believe you ate instant ramen for a year,” my mother murmured to me when we were getting ready for the reception. “You don’t even like ramen!”

In response, I murmured, “The things we do for love, Mom,” as I watched Jack captivate my grandma on the dance floor through his charm.

At one point, Jack’s father was laughing so hard that he almost choked on his champagne. “For an entire year, you two managed to keep your money a secret from each other? That’s a commitment of incredible proportions.”

It was his sister who chimed in and asked, “Do you remember when you went to Jack’s fake apartment?” “He spent three hours strategically placing water stains on the ceiling!”

“You did what?” I shifted my attention to Jack, who had all of a sudden developed a strong interest in his cake.

My mother let out a loud and dramatic sigh. “Giselle, I brought you up better than this,” she said. Who would be a normal person who would act as though they are broke?

The gaze that Jack and I just had was brief.

He mumbled, “We’re insane,” for emphasis.

“But perfectly matched!” I wore a grin.

Moreover, at the end of the day, that was the only thing that was significant.

Jack and I were reclining on his (really) luxurious couch a few months after our wedding, looking through apartments that we were interested in purchasing or renting together.

Suddenly, with a look of melancholy on his face, he asked, “You know what I miss?”

“If you say that death trap couch —”

“Martha would be heartbroken to hear that.”

“Martha tried to impale me with a spring!”

While he was laughing, he kissed my forehead. “I love you!”

“I love you too,” I grinned and said. “Even if you are a terrible actor who thought a hot plate made your poverty story more believable.”

“Hey, that hot plate performance was Oscar-worthy!” he said with laughter.

In an instant, we were back to being who we had always been.

They are about two people who are able to laugh at themselves, keep each other’s secrets, and fall in love over instant ramen, broken heaters, and a dusty old couch that is decorated with patchwork. This demonstrates that sometimes the best love stories aren’t about wealth or status. They are about two people who can find each other in the most unexpected way.