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

again. “She still hoped I would.”

“She always thought you would,” I said softly. “She just needed you to get there yourself.”

Claire looked across the clutter of paperwork and takeout containers.

Across the life we had somehow stumbled into together.

Then she whispered:

“I’m sorry. For what I asked you to do. For what I put you through. For what I put her continue reading …