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”
Wrong.
I enjoy having better credit.
The journal was not a divine verdict on my character.
It was one woman’s private view.
A woman who loved me.
That made it precious.
Not absolute.
I eventually put it away.