“We’re not coming back for you. Find your own way to the nursing home,” my son wrote to me and turned off his phone. A few minutes later, an elegantly dressed woman sat down beside me and calmly said, “I have a proposition for you. Become my husband.” I thought I had misheard her — but she agreed, on one condition.… 😨
My name is Robert, and I’m 69 years old. That morning, my son Michael said that the three of us — him, his wife Laura, and me — were flying away on vacation. After my wife died, I had hardly traveled anywhere, so I agreed.
At the airport, Michael asked me to wait near the café.
— Laura and I will go get the tickets and come back.
Forty minutes passed. Then an hour.
They were gone.
Instead, I received a message.
“We’re tired of taking care of you. The address of the nursing home is in the suitcase. They’re waiting for you there.”
I opened the suitcase and saw a few old belongings and a piece of paper with an address. But the real blow was still to come.
My bank card didn’t work.
I opened the app and felt my hands go cold. $18,000 had disappeared from my account — almost all of my savings.
I called Michael again and again. No answer.
Then a woman in her sixties stopped beside me. She was wearing an expensive suit and had a calm expression. Behind her stood a man with a briefcase and a driver.
— Robert? she asked.
— Do we know each other?
— No. But I know enough about you.
She sat down beside me.
— My name is Victoria Hale. I have a proposition for you.
I gave a tired smile.
— I’ve already had enough surprises for one day.
But she didn’t even smile.
— Become my husband.
I thought it was some ridiculous joke.
— Excuse me?
— I need an official marriage. You need money, a place to live, and a chance to recover what was taken from you. I can help.
— And what do you get out of it?
Victoria looked at the man with the briefcase. He took out a folder and placed it between us.
— That’s exactly what I want to explain to you. But if you agree, there will be no turning back.
I looked at the nursing home address in my hand, then at the folder.
And for the first time that terrible day, I thought that my son might have made the biggest mistake of his life. 😮
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I opened the folder. Inside were a marriage contract and documents concerning Victoria’s enormous fortune.
— In two months, I’ll turn sixty-five, she said. — According to my father’s will, the family company will go to my nephew if I am still unmarried by then. He has already tried to have me declared incapable of running the business. I need a husband I can trust.
— But why me?
Victoria was silent for a moment.
— Twenty-seven years ago, my husband was in an accident near your workshop. You pulled him out of the car before it caught fire. He lived for another twenty years after that. I never forgot you.
I closed the folder.
— I won’t sell myself for money.
— And you don’t have to. The marriage will be purely formal. And my lawyers will help you deal with your son.
An hour later, we were already sitting in her lawyer’s office. We discovered that Michael had transferred my $18,000 using a power of attorney that he had slipped to me among the insurance documents a few months earlier and persuaded me to sign.
The lawyer immediately contacted the bank. They managed to freeze the transfer in time.
That was when the phone started ringing.
Michael.
One call, a second, the fifth… By evening, there had been eleven. It turned out that the bank had also frozen his accounts pending an investigation.
I answered only once.
— Dad, where are you? We need to talk!
— This morning, you had nothing to say to me.
— We can fix everything.
I looked at Victoria.
— No, Michael. Now everyone has to fix their own mistakes.
A few weeks later, the money was back in my account. I agreed not to file a complaint against my son on the condition that he returned every last dollar and never again had control over my finances.
And I finally accepted Victoria’s proposal.
At first, our marriage really was just a contract. But gradually, we began having breakfast together, going for walks, and talking for hours about the people we had lost.
A year later, the contract expired.
— Now you can leave, Victoria said.
I took off my wedding ring, looked at it, and put it back on.
— I’m afraid you’ll have to come up with another reason to get rid of me now.
She laughed.
My son left me at the airport, thinking he had gotten rid of a useless old man.
But it was right there, unexpectedly, that my life began again.
