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 often watched expensive cars pull up to the entrance while men in tailored suits stepped out without ever checking the price of anything.

Sometimes, I wondered what it would feel like to live without constantly calculating whether I could afford dinner.

I hated admitting it, but I was becoming jealous of people whose biggest problem seemed to be choosing which restaurant to visit.

Then Margaret walked into my life.

She was seventy years old, the widow of a famous Arab businessman whose name appeared regularly in financial newspapers. Her late husband had built an empire through real estate, international trade, and investments.

When he died, he left her an enormous fortune.

Margaret owned mansions in several countries, luxury apartments overlooking the sea, a collection of expensive cars, and shares in businesses I had never heard of. She traveled with a personal driver and bodyguards who rarely allowed strangers to approach her.