I married my friend’s rich grandfather for his inheritance. On our wedding night, he looked at me and said, “Now that you’re my wife, I can finally tell you the truth.”

At the reception, his daughter, Angela, approached me with a cold smile.

“You were too fast,” she said.

“I hope this family behaves better than it seems,” I replied.

Rick cut her off immediately.

That night, everything changed.

In the room, he told me the truth.

“I’m dying,” he said.

Months. Maybe a year.

I froze it.

“Why tell me now?”

“Because my family is waiting for me to die,” he said. “And I need someone I can trust.”

He showed me documents.

Money misspent.

Lies.

His children are exploiting him.

Then I saw the will.

Part of his company and foundation… would go to me.