I looked at his face.

He was smiling.

Not nervously.

Not apologetically.

He looked delighted.

As though he had just presented me with the greatest gift a husband could offer.

Arthur lifted the microphone again.

“Three months ago, I decided that I would no longer spend my remaining years wondering whether people loved me for myself or for my bank accounts.”

He glanced toward several men seated near the front.

“I’ve spent a lifetime building a fortune.