My Wealthy Parents Disowned Me for Marrying a Poor Mechanic—Then on Our Wedding Night, He Handed Me an Envelope He’d Hidden for 11 Months
The garage business now belonged mostly to younger partners.
I still kept a handful of bookkeeping clients because retirement sounded suspiciously like being bored.
Owen asked:
“You know what I should have said that night?”
“What?”
“Genevieve, I saved some money, Mom gave us the house, and I made the terrible decision to visit your mother.”
I laughed.
“That would’ve saved two hours.”