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

left for me? Anything at all.”

“Go home, Claire,” I said. “I’ll call you.”

Freddie

Freddie was sixty years old.

He wore reading glasses attached to a chain and carried himself with the calm confidence of someone who had already seen everything twice.

He handed me tea I hadn’t asked for.

Then he told me Mrs. Rosemund had liked me from the third Sunday onward.continue reading …