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”

What if there were investments?

What if Florence had no heirs?

Then I would hate myself.

Then my mother would call crying about another medical bill.

And the shame would become easier to justify.

Desperation is very talented at dressing greed in practical clothing.

PART 4 — SAM

My oldest friend, Sam, knew.

Not everything.

Enough.