I Married My Wealthy 72-Year-Old Boss So My Little Daughter and I Would Have a Place to Live – Five Years Later, He Passed Away, and His Lawyer Said, ‘He Knew You Would Fall for It’

“Too many to count. The first one was right in this town, thirty years ago.”

His expression suddenly changed.

He studied my face closely enough to make me uncomfortable.

“You seemed… familiar.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, Nora. You seemed… familiar. Just for a second.” He coughed and looked at the papers on the table. “Well, how about we go over your duties on the job? Please, take a seat.”

After reviewing the paperwork, I accepted.

The job was easier than I had expected. A private company handled the monthly deep cleaning. My duties mainly involved light cleaning, errands, supervising the gardener, and keeping track of the contractors renovating the southern wing.

“You see, I enjoyed doing these things myself,” he signed. “However, my health isn’t what it used to be.”

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