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”
Arthur was seventy-two.
A wealthy widower living alone on an estate outside the city.
Two hundred acres.
Stone house.
Gardens.
Library.
More bathrooms than any family reasonably needed.
He had money.
