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”
Strategic.
A young man positioning himself near wealth.
Yet I had not even checked whether the most visible asset belonged to the woman I was supposedly trying to inherit from.
So much for mastermind.
The mansion was not the trap.
Assumption was.
That lesson outlived Florence.
Years later, whenever I catch myself reacting strongly to something I have not verified, I remember the deed.