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”

Then he collapsed onto the carpet.

“Someone call an ambulance!” I screamed as I dropped beside him. “Arthur, stay with me. Please stay with me.”

His lips moved weakly. “The Bible… Eleanor’s Bible… read it…”

“What?”

Vivien froze for a single second before turning toward her lawyers. “Get the documents. Now!”

“Eleanor’s Bible… read it…”

“You will not touch a single paper in this room,” I said, standing and blocking the desk with my body.

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t trembling from fear. I was trembling with rage.