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

wedding, spend a few months playing the happy couple. Once the inheritance clears, we divorce quietly and go our separate ways. Nobody gets hurt.”

“Mrs. Rosemund gets hurt,” I said.

Claire looked at me as though I had said something childish.

“She’s dying, Tyler. She wants to die happy. We’d be doing her a favor with your acting skills.”

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