I Married a Dying Man Because It Was His Final Wish—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Told Me Who He Really Was
“Yes.”
“He should have told me.”
“Yes.”
I laughed bitterly.
“You are terrible at defending your client.”
“I am no longer here to defend Julian.”
Arthur looked directly at me.
“I am here to carry out his instructions and tell you the truth, including the parts that may make you angry with him.”