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

Instead, she slid a business card across the table and said:

“I need a husband.”

I laughed.

She didn’t.

“Sit down for five minutes,” she said. “Please.”

So I sat.

She explained that her grandmother, Mrs. Rosemund, was dying. Years earlier, Mrs. Rosemund had written a condition into her will: Claire had to be married in order to inherit.

The problem was that continue reading …