Model Unit Betrayal

Summary

When I took my fiancé, Marcin, to pick out our marital home, we ran into the most two-faced real estate agent I’d ever met.

First, she fawned over him, gushing about how young and successful he must be to drive a Rolls-Royce.

Then, she implied I was a fraud, a wannabe socialite with a knockoff handbag who could sweet-talk her way into a free house.

When she found out we were buying a home together, she announced to the entire showroom, loud enough for everyone to hear, "You know, I thought that sugar daddy who bought you two condos last time was perfectly nice."