I married a man 41 years older than me because of his fortune — after his funeral, his lawyer handed me a box and said, “He made sure you got exactly what you deserved.”
Everyone thought I married Richard for his money.
They weren’t entirely wrong.
I was thirty-two years old, I was drowned in debt and only a lost wage away from running out of apartment.
Richard was seventy-three, he was rich, widowed and alone in a way that wealthy people sometimes try to hide behind marble floors, expensive clocks
