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”

“Did he say sorry?”

“He wished he could.”

“That’s not the same.”

Children are brutal philosophers.

“No.”

“It isn’t.”

PART 40 — THE NEXT QUESTION

“Then why did Grandpa marry you?”

There it was.

I had hoped for another year.