I Married My Wealthy 72-Year-Old Boss So My Daughter and I Would Have a Home—Five Years Later, His Lawyer Told Me, “He Knew You’d Fall for It”

“Sit down.”

I thought I had broken something.

“I can finish the upstairs first.”

“Sit.”

I did.

Arthur removed his reading glasses.

For once, he looked nervous.

“I know I’m much older than you.”