At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”
That deserves acknowledgement.
Then somewhere inside that arrangement, help and entitlement blurred.
Perhaps Margaret gave him some assets willingly.
The civil case never produced a clean moral diagram.
Some transfers were upheld.
Some money came back.
No judge declared:
Raymond is evil.