ADVERTISEMENT
Friends and relatives were worse. They assumed I was after her money. But no one understood what I felt — that this wasn’t about wealth or comfort, but about connection.
I moved out of my family’s home, determined to follow my heart. The wedding was small — a few of Eleanor’s old business partners, a handful of my friends, and a quiet ceremony held at her Portland villa on a rainy evening.
The Wedding Night — and the Secret That Changed Everything
That night, the house was silent except for the sound of rain on the windows. Eleanor appeared from the bathroom in a soft ivory gown, her silver hair down, her beauty both graceful and fragile.
She sat beside me, placed a small stack of real estate folders and car keys in my hands, and said gently, “Ethan, if you’ve chosen this path, you deserve to know the truth. I didn’t marry you just for companionship. I wanted an heir — someone I could trust.”
I stared at her, unsure how to respond.
Continue READING…
Continue READING
ADVERTISEMENT