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”
She smiled.
“And you are young and suspiciously handsome.”
“I’m suspiciously average.”
“Do not interrupt.”
Then:
“If I marry you someday, people will question my capacity, your motives, or both.”
My stomach tightened.
“You’re talking about marriage?”