I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

during the week – him asking how my day was, me telling him the truth because for some reason I couldn’t lie to him.

He listened. Not politely. Actually listened.

No one had ever done that.

Then one evening, sitting in his library with two glasses of bourbon neither of us had touched, he set his glass down and looked at me.

“Marry me.”

I laughed.

He didn’t.continue reading …