At 22 years old, I married the 70-year-old widow of the richest Arab in the country to escape poverty. I was certain I could stick it out by her side for a few years and then become a wealthy man. But on our very first wedding night, what she did truly ‘hurt’ me. – Cute Info

I could barely breathe.

“You tricked me.”

Margaret’s face hardened.

“No, Daniel. I gave you an opportunity to understand the arrangement. My lawyer told you to read the agreement. You chose not to.”

“You knew I wanted money!”

“Of course I knew. I wanted to see whether you were capable of being honest about it. Instead, you allowed your imagination to do all the work.”

I threw the document onto the bed.

“You set a trap for me!”

Margaret stood.

“And you walked into it willingly.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then she delivered the words I would remember for the rest of my life.

“You married me because you thought I was old enough to die before you ran out of patience. Now you are angry because I refuse to make your plan easy.”

I felt something inside me collapse.

I had wanted to escape poverty by taking advantage of an elderly woman’s wealth.