I Married an 81-Year-Old Millionaire So My Son Could Get the Surgery He Needed — But That Night, He Looked at Me and Said, “Now You’re Finally Going to Find Out What You Truly Agreed To”

Arthur nodded slowly. “They’ve already divided my estate among themselves as if I’m dead. But it’s worse than that. Vivien wants to send Eleanor to the cheapest state facility she can find. I overheard her calling my sister ‘a burden draining the inheritance.’”

I covered my mouth with my hand.

“My children are waiting for me to die so they can profit from it and throw Eleanor away,” he continued. “But you don’t think like that. You—”

Suddenly, the office door slammed open behind me.

“It’s worse than that.”

Vivien stormed into the room with two men in dark suits following behind her, briefcases swinging at their sides.

“Vivien, what are you—” Arthur began.