I Married My Wealthy 72-Year-Old Boss So My Little Daughter and I Would Have a Place to Live – Five Years Later, He Passed Away, and His Lawyer Said, ‘He Knew You Would Fall for It’

Richard took a deep breath.

Then he slowly lowered himself onto one knee.

“Honey, I know I’m much older than you, and maybe you’ll laugh in my face, but I’ll be honest. I’ve fallen in love with you. I don’t want to waste time pretending otherwise, so I want to ask you to  marry me.”

I stared at him.

Of all the possibilities that had crossed my mind, this wasn’t one of them.

“I—I need to think about it.”

“Of course.” His smile faltered. “Take all the time you need.”

Richard was seventy-two.

I was thirty-five.

But as I thought about Emily and our situation, the decision became difficult to ignore.

Tom was gone.

I had no  family to fall back on.

And Richard could offer Emily the one thing I had spent my entire life trying to find.

Stability.