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”

“Mercer.”

He paused.

At the time, I thought he simply recognized the surname.

Now I knew his whole body must have changed internally.

That night he knew.

Within weeks he knew Nora was his granddaughter.

Months later he proposed.

I had thought our marriage began because Arthur fell in love with me.