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”
Television.
Groceries.
Dinner.
I learned how she liked towels folded.
She learned I hated liver.
She cheated at cards.
Denied it.
I started photographing the deck as evidence.