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”

I was thirty-five.

Arthur was seventy-two.

We married quietly.

No grand society wedding.

No magazine photographs.

A small civil ceremony.

Before it happened, Arthur insisted I have my own attorney review a prenuptial agreement.

I almost laughed.