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“For months, I thought he was in love with me”

A romantic scam—resulting in millions in losses.

I’m not the type to trust people easily. That’s exactly why I surprised myself when I found myself looking forward to hearing from him every morning. To him saying good morning. To him paying attention to me—day after day.

His name was Alex. He had been living abroad, working in the oil industry, and was just about to move back home. At least, that’s what he said. He spoke Hungarian perfectly, but his writing sometimes stumbled. He said his mother was Hungarian, but he had grown up in Germany. That seemed plausible, too.

Within weeks, we were in daily contact. He knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him—or so I thought. He sent me photos, voice messages, and even initiated video calls—but the connection was always “bad,” the image would “freeze,” or the signal was “poor” on the offshore oil rig. I believed him.

My friends, my daughter, and my coworkers started warning me as early as the second month. They said it was suspicious. They told me to be careful. But by then… by then I thought I was in love. And when someone makes you believe that finally, someone sees your worth, your beauty, the woman in you—then you don’t want to listen to anyone else. Only to him.

Then the “problems” started. His passport was confiscated. His car broke down. He lost his credit card. His child fell ill. He kept writing, but he asked for help more and more often. At first, just 30–40 thousand forints. Then 100 thousand. Later, 250 thousand, because he promised to pay it back as soon as he arrived in Hungary.

Then more and more stories came up. In total, I transferred 1.8 million forints to him in several installments. I even received a fake bank statement showing the “refund”—it turned out later that it had been generated as well.

In the end, he disappeared. The person who had pretended to care about me for months was gone. The phone number was disconnected. The email address doesn’t respond. And his photos—they’re from a stock photo site. I gave not only my money but also my trust to a man who didn’t even exist.

Lesson

It can happen even to the smartest people. Loneliness, a lack of attention, the desire to be heard—these things all make us vulnerable. Scammers know this all too well. And once they’ve wormed their way into your heart, you stand to lose not just money, but also your self-confidence, your faith, and your dignity.

Pay attention. Don’t let someone else’s voice—through your trust—enter your life.

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