"It’s not about money—it’s about badge perpetratin'."

ATLANTA, GA—In a tragic blow to budget luxury and misplaced confidence, a local woman has reportedly ended her relationship with a Chrysler 300 owner after discovering what a real Bentley looks like.

Sources say 27-year-old Amber Merin had spent the past six months under the impression that her boyfriend, Michael Thompson, drove “something rich people buy when they make it.” That illusion came crashing down during a weekend trip to Buckhead when a real Bentley pulled up next to them at a red light.

“I just... I thought his car was a Bentley,” Merin admitted. “I mean, the grille, the way he acted like it was worth six figures, the badge he bought off Amazon—it all lined up. But then I saw the real thing. It was like going from Kirkland champagne to actual Dom Pérignon.”

Thompson, who proudly refers to his car as “The Bentlee,” was blindsided by the breakup. “She said she liked the seats! She said it felt ‘presidential!’” he said, pacing next to his vehicle, which had 'Bentlee' emblems, mismatched wheels, and a Bluetooth speaker resting where the infotainment system should be.

“She told me I was ‘different from the other guys,’” he continued. “Turns out I was just different from people who actually own Bentleys.”

Automotive therapist Carla Munoz says this type of breakup isn’t uncommon. “We see it a lot,” she explained. “A partner realizes they’ve been riding in the equivalent of a knockoff Rolex. It’s not about money—it’s about badge perpetratin’.”

Thompson, however, remains defiant. “She didn’t leave me because of the car,” he insisted. “She left because she couldn’t handle my gangsta. And the Bentley owner? He was probably leasing it. At least I own my Chrysler.”

As of press time, Merin was reportedly seen entering the Bentley with its owner, who did not have to explain why his dashboard lights weren’t working or why the backseat door only opened from the outside.

Meanwhile, Thompson was last seen peeling off in the 300, windows down, grille shining proudly, and telling himself, “It still kinda looks like one, though.”