My Becky got wooed by an iPhone6 and a TV

First, she appeared with a smart phone, a brand new smart phone — an iPhone 6. We all know that thing is not cheap, and for someone working part time at a call centre, an iPhone 6 is not exactly within their salary range. I did not ask the source of this new gadget, and since she was not offering to discuss it, I let it pass.
But two days later, she had a handbag I had never seen before. And from the look of things, that thing was not cheap. But, I do not know anything about handbags, and just like the phone, I kept my peace.
A small voice kept nagging me though, telling me that there was a reason behind all this, a deep-pocketed reason — a man. But again, considering that we gave each other space in our relationship, I left it up to her to decide when to tell me about these new acquisitions, if she ever wanted to. I made a mental note not to ask about them. But three days later, I broke that decision. First, she called to cancel our long-standing movie night, claiming some obscure reason about having to attend to her sister who was suddenly sick and blah blah. Then, the next day when I walked into her place, there was this large Samsung flat screen TV. She also had this new scent, that made her smell like those very classy, elegant women you meet at airports. This girl was definitely up to something. For the perfume, not important. But that phone and the TV, no way. So I decided to have a conversation with her, a conversation which turned out to be the last one I was to have with her. I asked her to tell me about the phone, the handbag, the TV and the perfume. And, yes the new lingerie. It was there in her closet, some of it still wrapped up. In that moment, I honestly thought I was talking to my Becky, the girl I had grown to love and trust, but it was not long before I realised that this was someone else.
She seemed to be relieved that I had finally asked. She said “Fred bought them for me”. Just like that, I got to know about Fred. She did not offer any more information, and when I asked who Fred was, she simply said, “Some guy”, and kept quiet. Figuring that was all I was going to be told about him, I asked why he was buying her these things. And she replied, “He loves me”. But, I loved her too. And she loved me, at least she did when I last checked. So I asked, “Do you love him?” And she answered, “dont know”. Now, that was worse than a straight yes. For crying out loud, how can you not know if you love someone or not. Or was he buying her love, one expensive item at a time? Finally, I asked the question: “Is it over between us?” And again, she gave me the same frustrating and bewildering “I don’t know”. They say you should fight for what you love. But they do not talk about how difficult it is to look into her eyes and you no longer see yourself in them.
At that moment, I realised that for some reason, my Becky had chosen Fred over me. It did not matter that it may not have been for the money alone, what mattered was that our journey had come to an end.
I walked out of her house, and as I coaxed my old faithful and most of the time stubborn Toyota to start, a gleaming Mercedes Benz pulled up. Maybe it was Fred, maybe it was not. What did it matter, she did not love me anymore.