“Yes, Layla. It’s the only way.”
“No. Your family already thinks I’m a gold digger, Rick. Imagine when they find out.”
Then I reached the estate plan.
“They thought that before you put on the ring.”
“They’ll destroy me.”
He held my gaze. “Only if you let them.”
I laughed once, sharp and shaky. “Why me?”
“Because you notice what other people step over. Who gets ignored. Who gets used. People who’ve been unwanted usually do.”
“I thought I was the desperate one in this marriage.”
Rick lowered himself into the chair by the fire. “No. Just honest.”
“They’ll destroy me.”
“You should’ve told me.”
“You would’ve run,” he said. “And I needed time to prove I wasn’t offering you a cage.”
“So what now?”
“Now they’ll try to put you in your place. This marriage was about giving you security, too. You’ll get that.”
***
A few days later, Violet cornered me on the terrace. “I heard Grandpa changed his will.”
I turned. “You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks, and that’s your opener?”
“Did you marry him for money or not?”
“I heard Grandpa changed his will.”
“I married him because I was terrified of being poor forever.”
“And now?”
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