I Married an Old Millionaire Everyone Thought I Was Using — But What He Left Me Was Worth More Than His Fortune

But it worked.

And that mattered.

Because it was mine.

One afternoon, Deborah unexpectedly arrived carrying several boxes of Arthur’s books.

She set them down on the porch.

“We don’t want these.”

As she turned to leave, her eyes landed on a framed photograph inside.

A picture of Arthur and Sophia.

“You kept Mom’s photo.”

I nodded.

“She belongs here too.”

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