My Boyfriend’s Mother Called Me a Gold Digger and Tried to Buy Me Off—So I Exposed Her Perfect Little Lie

I knew Lucas’s mother hated me long before she said it out loud.
Eleanor Brooks had a way of smiling that never reached her eyes. Every dinner at their house felt like an audition I was failing on purpose—too quiet, too independent, too unimpressed by their money. Lucas came from old wealth. I came from scholarships, student loans, and a job I built from scratch.
She tolerated me until the day she decided I was a threat.

It happened on a Tuesday afternoon. She asked me to meet her for coffee, alone. No Lucas. No witnesses.
She slid an envelope across the table.
Inside was a cashier’s check for $100,000.

“I’ll be direct,” she said calmly. “My son is naïve. You’re ambitious. This relationship benefits you far more than it benefits him.”

I stared at her. “You think I’m with Lucas for money?”

“I know you are,” she replied. “And I’m willing to pay you to walk away quietly.”

I pushed the envelope back. “I don’t want your money.”

Her smile vanished.

“Don’t be dramatic,” she snapped. “You people always pretend it’s about love.”

You people.

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