She Hired Me to Be Her Fake Husband for Money — But Her Grandmother Had a Plan Neither of Us Saw Coming

disappeared.

I sat perfectly still and stared at the table.

Then the attorney turned toward me.

“Mrs. Rosemund left something specifically for you, Mr. Tyler.”

He slid a wooden box across the table.

Inside was an envelope bearing my name in careful, slightly shaky cursive.

I opened it and began reading.

By the third line, I had to start over because my mind continue reading …