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”

Also true.

That was the first part of the trap.

My own assumptions.

Florence had not promised me a mansion.

I had promised it to myself.

PART 32 — THE LETTER

Next:

Cream paper.

Florence’s handwriting.

Dear Evan,