Part 1: The Perfect Marriage That Began to Feel Like a Trap
The first time I caught my millionaire husband adding something strange to my evening drink, I convinced myself there was an innocent explanation. But when I later overheard him whispering about other women and a secret I wasn’t supposed to discover, I began to wonder whether the man I’d married was hiding something terrifying.
My name is Margaret Bennett. I’m sixty-four years old, a retired elementary schoolteacher, and six months ago, I married Daniel, a handsome thirty-one-year-old millionaire.
Almost everyone questioned our relationship, especially my younger sister, Helen. She couldn’t understand why a wealthy, successful man would want to marry a woman more than twice his age.
“Margaret, he’s thirty-one and could marry almost anyone. Why would he choose you?”
“Maybe because he loves me.”
I wanted desperately to believe that answer. Daniel owned a successful medical technology investment company, lived in an enormous mansion, and seemed capable of buying anything he desired.
