I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

“I didn’t think you were that kind of person, Tamra.”

“Violet – “

“Get out of my house.”

She hasn’t spoken to me since.

That was five weeks ago.

The wedding was small. A Tuesday afternoon in a private hall on Rick’s estate – cream-colored chairs, white peonies, a string quartet playing something I didn’t recognize. His family filled one side. Fourteen continue reading …