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 had a fantastic run.”
Then:
“And you were much less boring than expected.”
Those were Florence’s last real words to me.
She died the following morning.
I held her hand.
Nothing about that moment felt connected to money.
Nothing.