My Fiancé's Trap: Buy His Ex's Dump—So I Did

My fiancé had his eye on a new development. He wanted me to buy a unit there as my wedding dowry.

Then, right when we were about to sign the purchase contract, he decided he wanted a cramped, run-down sixty-square-meter flat instead.

"Eve Gilbert, look how much life this place has. Real neighborhood feel."

"Buy this one for your dowry. It can be our marital home."

The run-down flat cost the same as the hundred-and-thirty-square-meter new build, and well above market rate.

He dragged me to the agent's office to sign, and swore that if I didn't buy the old flat, there'd be no wedding.