The story takes an even more unexpected turn from here. You can read Part 2 via the link in the comments 👇!!️
PART 2
My hands were shaking when I opened the wooden box.
There were no jewels inside.
No cash.
Not a key to Richard’s mansion.
Just a folded card, an old photograph of the two of us and a small brass
key.
Rebecca smiled.
“I told you.”
I ignored her and opened the letter.
The first line caused my throat to close.
“Anna, I knew why you married me.”
I stopped reading.
Richard knew that.
The letter continued.
He wrote that, from the beginning, he understood that security had been part of the reason why I agreed to marry him. I was seventy-three years old, I was not a fool.
