“Then promise me something.”
“What?”
“Never let money turn you into someone you don’t recognize.”
I smiled and kissed her forehead.
“I promise.”
I wish I had remembered those words later.
A few days before the wedding, Margaret’s lawyer summoned me to his office.
He was a serious man in his sixties, with silver hair and a habit of adjusting his glasses before speaking.
He placed a thick document on the desk.
“This is the prenuptial agreement. I advise you to read every clause carefully. You should also consider obtaining independent legal advice before signing.”
I stared at the stack of papers.
There were dozens of pages filled with complicated legal language, references to trusts, assets, liabilities, and inheritance arrangements.
I began reading, but after several pages, my attention wandered.
The lawyer watched me.
“Do you understand what you’re signing?”
“Most of it.”
That was a lie.
He didn’t look convinced.
