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

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“After my mother died, I spent most of my childhood living with relatives. They were kind, but every room belonged to someone else.”

Arthur listened without interrupting.

“I learned not to spread out,” I continued. “I learned not to get comfortable.”

His eyes softened.

“What do you want, Camille?”

The answer came immediately.

“I want a place where nobody continue reading …