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

She paused.

“I learned to protect myself.”

I studied her face.

“Is that why you married me?”

“Partly.”

The answer surprised me.

She sat down.

“I did find you interesting. You spoke to me without constantly trying to impress me. You made me laugh. For a while, I thought you might be someone I could trust.”

“And then?”

“And then you asked how much money you would receive when I died.”

I felt the shame of that moment all over again.

Margaret continued.

“I knew you wanted a better life. I didn’t condemn you for that. I wanted to know whether you would be honest about what you wanted and whether you would accept responsibility for the bargain you made.”

“So you deliberately made the consequences severe.”

“I made an agreement with the assistance of my lawyers. Whether every clause is reasonable or enforceable is a matter for legal review. I will not ask you to abandon your rights.”