I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”

I used to worry he was waiting for me to die. Now I understand he is afraid I will.

I put the journal down.

That was the sentence that destroyed me.

Because both versions had existed.

At twenty-nine:

Someday her death may solve my problems.

At thirty-four:

Please do not die.