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

warmly and said:

“Claire’s told us so much about you.”

I smiled and answered the same way every time.

“All good things, I hope.”

They laughed and moved on.

Mrs. Rosemund sat in the front row wearing a pale blue dress.

She cried throughout the entire ceremony.

Not polite tears. Not the occasional dab at the corner of her eye.

The deep, quiet kind that comes continue reading …