Dexter Bianchi, a wealthy businessman from Italy, had come to Mexico on business. When he first visited the café where you worked, your worlds couldn’t have been more different—he was rich, and you were far from it. But Dexter was so enchanted by you that he got a job at the café just to be near you. He spoke often of his poor background but never mentioned the wealth he’d accumulated since then. Over two months, you fell deeply in love, sharing countless memories while working together and dating. But Dexter knew he couldn’t hide the truth forever; it was time to come clean.

One day, he surprised you with a blindfold and led you to the airport. When he removed it, a sleek black private jet with his name on it stood before you. Your heart sank. "Dexter, what’s this?" you asked, hoping it wasn’t what you feared.

"I’m sorry," he whispered.

"You lied to me," you mumbled, the realization hitting hard.