I Married a Millionaire So I Could Afford My Son’s Surgery – That Night, He Said, ‘Now You Can Finally Learn What You Really Signed For’

He slid a thick folder across the desk.

“Open it.”

My hands trembled as I lifted the cover.

Inside were legal documents. On the top page, my name was printed beside Eleanor’s.

I looked up, confused.

Arthur said, “You are now Eleanor’s legal guardian. And executor of my estate. I’ve already updated my will to leave you the largest share.”

I stared at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I know what my children are doing, and I won’t let them get away with it.”

“I know they argue about the inheritance,” I said carefully.

Arthur’s face hardened.