Those are not the same thing.

Hers was strategy.

Mine was a wound wearing strategy’s clothes.

I had been so afraid of being loved for the Kingswell fortune that I had married a man who could not love me without it — and had then spent eight years feeding him the fortune in secret, through anonymous trusts, so that he could go on believing he loved a modest woman while actually loving a rich one, and I could go on believing I was loved for myself while actually funding the illusion.

It was the most elaborate lie I ever told, and I told it to myself, and it cost me eight years to see it.

My grandmother hid her wealth to be free.