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 nothing of it.

Florence wrote about that night in her journal.

PART 8 — THE ENVELOPE

Six months after we met, she pushed a white envelope across her dining table.

“Take it.”

“What?”

“Money.”

I pushed it back.

“No.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”