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 overheard him telling his friend the truth. He is here partly because he thinks I am rich and alone. I should send him away.

My throat closed.

Another:

I am going to wait one week. Not because I am foolish. Because I am curious.

Of course.

Florence would turn suspected fortune hunting into an experiment.

PART 34 — WHAT SHE WATCHED

He came back with coffee and got the order wrong.

He replaced the stair rail without being asked and refused money.

He stays after the useful tasks are finished. Suspiciously inefficient gold digger.