I MARRIED A WEALTHY WIDOW FOR HER MONEY BUT HER FINAL GIFT DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE!

But there was one thing I never understood about Eleanor.

She was always watching me.

Not with suspicion. Not with anger. More like someone studying a puzzle.

Sometimes she would ask strange questions.

“What do you think makes a person truly rich?”

“If you suddenly lost everything, who would still stand beside you?”

I always gave polite answers, but privately I found the questions irritating. Wealth was wealth. Money solved problems. That was all that mattered.