They say love is blind. Mine didn’t just blind me—it nearly left me homeless, stuck with a bill for $8,437.63, all because I trusted the wrong man. I met Brandon at the bookstore café where I worked part-time. He was charming, ambitious, and said all the right things. Within a year, we moved in together. He offered to cover rent and utilities, saying his freelance income was “fluctuating,” while I handled food, chores, and everything else. “I’m saving for our future,” he said, looking me in the eye. I believed him. Three years passed. Then one day,

a letter arrived—a legal notice for unpaid rent. My name was the only one on the lease. The balance? $8,437.63. I was shocked. I called the landlord, and they confirmed: Brandon had never been on the lease. He’d forged my signature, stopped paying rent six months ago, and pocketed the money. I stayed quiet. That night, he acted like everything was normal—lit candles, talked about our “future house,” even kissed my forehead. But I checked his phone. That’s when I met Kelsey. The woman he’d been,