My Wealthy Ex-Boyfriend Wanted to Reunite, but One Look at His Car Told Me Everything about His Intention

When my ex-boyfriend reached out to rekindle our relationship, I was skeptical. I decided to give him a chance, but with one condition—he had to agree to marriage. However, when I saw him again, I regretted my decision.

A year ago, I was in a seemingly perfect relationship with Th., a man who spoiled me with expensive gifts, lavish dinners, and thoughtful gestures. I was head over heels in love, believing we were destined to be together.

Then, out of the blue, Th. broke up with me.

He said he’d found someone more beautiful and more accommodating than me. I was devastated. How could someone who seemed so loving discard me so easily? For months, I was heartbroken and couldn’t bring myself to date anyone else.

Last week, completely out of the blue, Th. called me. He confessed he regretted breaking up with me and wanted to get back together. He even claimed he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

Despite my lingering feelings for him, I decided to be cautious. I told him I would only consider reconciliation if he was serious about marriage. He agreed, and for the first time in a year, I felt a spark of happiness.

A few days later, Th. came to visit me. But instead of arriving in the luxurious car I remembered, he pulled up on an old, beaten-up motorcycle, wearing shabby clothes that looked like a uniform for manual labor.

Confused, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you dressed like this? You look like you just came off a construction site.”

With a nervous laugh, Th. explained that his family had gone bankrupt a few months ago, drowning in debt. He was no longer the wealthy man I had known but was now working as a delivery driver to make ends meet.

He confessed that among all the women he’d dated, I was the only one he saw as wife material. That’s why he wanted to get back together, hoping we could start fresh.

His honesty caught me off guard, but it also raised questions I couldn’t ignore.

I asked him directly, “If your family hadn’t gone bankrupt, would you have reached out to me?”

He fell silent, unable to meet my gaze. His hesitation was answer enough.

I still cared for Th. deeply, and part of me longed to support him during this difficult time. But the reality of his situation was hard to ignore. His family was drowning in debt, and he lacked a stable career. If I married him, our life would likely be filled with struggles.

Seeing him now—living in a rented room and barely scraping by—filled me with a mix of pity and sadness. I wanted to help him, but I wasn’t sure how or if it was even my place anymore.

My heart is torn. Do I follow my lingering feelings for Th. and accept the hardships that would come with marrying him? Or do I walk away, knowing that his sudden return might be more about convenience than genuine love?

I can’t decide, and I desperately need advice. What would you do in my shoes?