Phoebe went online and made a public post about the entire incident—dragging not just me, but my university into it too.
Before long, my name was trending for all the wrong reasons.
#Top Graduate Exposed As Gold Digging Scumbag.
#Gold-Digging Scumbag Who Blew Five Hundred Thousand in Three Days—Who Would Dare Marry Him?
#Tragic CEO Beauty Turns Out to Be an ATM for Her Childhood Fiancé!
The comment section exploded with hate.
As soon as my personal information was exposed, my phone was flooded with insults and threats.
[How could your parents raise someone like you? Disgraceful! Do us all a favor and die—don’t tarnish the school’s reputation!]
[So it’s true—education doesn’t equal character. No woman would marry a guy like you, even if you paid her!]
Some even dug up my student ID and advisor’s name, demanding the university to “clean up.”
The next day, I got a call from my academic advisor.
“Gabriel, the school leadership is taking this incident seriously. I’m afraid your ‘Outstanding Graduate’ title might be revoked.”
I gripped my phone tightly, throat dry. “But, Sir, I didn’t spend that money.”