I Married an Old Millionaire Everyone Thought I Was Using — But What He Left Me Was Worth More Than His Fortune

only.”

I stared at her.

“I’m his wife.”

“On paper.”

For a moment, old habits almost won.

The familiar urge to apologize.

To back away.

To make myself smaller.

Instead, I stepped forward.

“Move, Deborah.”

Alfred laughed.

“You forgot your role.”

“No,” I replied. “You forgot mine.”

Before the argument could continue, Arthur’s voice emerged from inside the room.

“Let continue reading …