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”
So he gave himself the outcome he wanted.
A marriage.
A household.
Breakfast with Nora.
Chess.
Birthdays.
Five years.
He created circumstances in which saying yes to him solved problems I desperately needed solved.