My Boyfriend of 2 Years Didn’t Want to Get Married Until He Learned I Was Inheriting a Three-Bedroom Apartment — So I Played Along

For years, I watched my friends fall in love and build lives with people who adored them, while I played the third wheel, joked about becoming a cat lady—though I didn’t even own one.

Then came Patrick. Charming, attentive—at first. I thought it was finally my turn. But over two years, he gave little: no gifts, no effort, no talk of a future. Every time I brought up moving in or marriage, he brushed it off.

Then my aunt passed unexpectedly. She left me her fully paid-off apartment. I was devastated by the loss, but grateful for the security it gave me.

That night, Patrick showed up with flowers, wine, and—shockingly—a ring. Suddenly, the guy who wouldn’t even discuss commitment was proposing. I knew why. He wanted the apartment.

I said yes—with one condition: he could never enter before me. He agreed without hesitation.

In the following weeks, he acted like the perfect fiancé—until I came home early one day and found him and his mom measuring the living room. He’d broken the one rule.

When I confronted them, his mom scoffed that it was his place too. That’s when I snapped—and called it like it was. He didn’t want me; he wanted what I had.

Then I hit them with the final twist: I’d sold the apartment that morning. Cash in my account. New place. New start.

Patrick begged. His mom ranted. Both blocked.

Now? I’m sipping wine in my own place, finally free—and happier than ever.