I Married a Wealthy Man 30 Years Older Because I Was Tired of Struggling—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Silver Box and Said, “He Made Sure You Got Exactly What You Deserved”
“You admitted you married him because you were poor.”
I married him because I was tired and afraid,” I said. “I won’t lie about that. At first, I thought safety might be enough.”
Vivian gave a bitter laugh.
“There. Finally.”
“But it stopped being about safety.”
I looked at the photograph of myself laughing behind the curtain.
“If Harrison had lost the company, I would have stayed. If we had moved into my old apartment, I would have stayed. If he had lived another twenty years with nothing but his stubbornness and burned toast, I would have stayed.”
