“Uh, ma’am, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“Hey, yes, so sorry about this. I just need some peace and quiet. I’ll be fine, thank you,” I replied, hoping he’d get the hint and leave me alone.

The driver nodded and focused on the road. I glanced at my phone.

It was a prank. A joke. You’re overreacting. I was just proving a point to my parents. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad. Answer me…

I couldn’t believe him! He really thought that explanation was good enough to wipe away the pain of how he’d just humiliated me. I made a decision to ignore him before blocking his number.

I spent that night staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t get over the betrayal, the embarrassment, and realized that I had never really known him at all.

But the worst part? The next night, he showed up on my doorstep!

He kept calling my name and knocking!

I opened the door just enough to look him straight in the eyes and threatened, “If you come near me again, I’ll file a restraining order.”

That’s when his smirk finally disappeared, and he left.

I sat in my tiny apartment, unable to stop thinking about what had happened. I reached out to my best friend, Kara, for support but her response left me more confused.

“Are you sure you want to dump him over this? Don’t you want to reconsider?” she asked me over the phone.

I was stunned by her question. “He humiliated me.”

She sighed. “Yeah, but he paid in the end, didn’t he? It was just a joke. He’s rich, Jess. Maybe he was trying to impress his parents or something.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Wealth doesn’t make someone a good person.”

Kara replied, “No, but it makes life a lot easier.”

But inside, I wasn’t so sure.

What do you think, dear reader? Am I wrong?