She continued.
“I cannot make every decision for another adult, Daniel. If I had forced you to obtain advice, you might have accused me of controlling you. If I had explained every consequence until you understood it, you might have signed anyway because you were already dreaming about the money.”
I hated how accurately she described me.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then why do you treat me like an enemy?”
Her expression changed.
For the first time since our wedding night, she seemed genuinely tired.
“Because I have spent much of my life surrounded by people who become kind when they want something and cruel when they don’t get it.”
She turned toward the window.
“My late husband was wealthy, Daniel. That made people assume that everyone around him was either a beneficiary or an obstacle. After he died, some relatives tried to challenge his charitable arrangements. Business associates suddenly remembered how much they had supposedly done for him. People who had barely visited me began sending flowers.”
