He was heir to a Manhattan banking dynasty. When I confronted him, I discovered a seven-year group chat where he and three others monitored my spending, scored me, and bet on whether I wanted his money. Even the $5,000 I borrowed for hospitalization was part of their game. Betrayed, I repaid everything, resigned, and left for Central Saint Martins. He chased me to the airport with a silver ring he'd kept for seven years. But this time, I never looked back.
