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 thought.

Then:

“She gave me enough time to become somebody I could live with.”

That was closer.

PART 56 — I DO NOT CALL MYSELF A BETTER MAN YET

Florence’s death did not finish my moral education.

Money arrived.

And I still felt relief.

Real relief.

That troubled me.