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”
It belonged to the house inventory.
Raymond looked at it.
“You’re serious?”
“We sat there every morning.”
He checked with the trust attorney.
Then gifted it to me personally after taking possession.
Not:
She would approve, therefore I can take property that isn’t mine.