I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather for Money—But On Our Wedding Night, He Revealed a Truth That Changed Everything

“Pride is expensive, Violet. You should know. You’ve had the luxury of keeping yours.”

She flinched like I’d slapped her.

“Get out, Layla.”

So I did.

I don’t remember the drive home.

I only remember sitting in my car outside my apartment, hearing her voice over and over.

That kind of person.

“I need the security,” I whispered.For illustrative purposes only
Three weeks later, I married Violet’s grandfather.

The wedding was small, private, and expensive enough to make my skin crawl. The flowers alone probably cost more than my rent.

I stood beside Rick, shoulders straight.

There was a fifty-year age gap between us.

And it wasn’t for love.

From the second row, Violet stared down at the program in her lap. She never once looked at me.

No one came for me.

There was no one left to ask.

At the reception, I reached for a glass of champagne when a woman in pale blue stepped into my path.

Angela—one of Rick’s daughters.

She touched my elbow lightly and smiled without warmth.

“You’ve moved very quickly,” she said. “My father has always enjoyed rescuing strays.”

I took a sip of champagne. “Then I hope this family is finally house-trained.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

Rick appeared beside me. “Angela, if you can’t manage decency for one evening, please be silent.”

Her jaw tightened. “I was only welcoming her.”

“No,” he said calmly. “You were auditioning for my disappointment. As usual.”

She exhaled sharply and walked away.

We drove to the estate in silence.

I barely spoke.

Rick didn’t push.

In the bedroom, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself in that dress.

I didn’t look beautiful.

I looked arranged. Expensive.

Temporary.

The door opened softly behind me.

Rick stepped inside, closed it, and the room fell quiet.

Then he said:

“Layla, now that you’re my wife… I can finally tell you the truth. It’s too late to walk away.”

My hands went cold.

“Rick… what does that mean?”

He looked at me. “It means you were wrong about why I asked you.”

I turned fully toward him. “Then tell me.”

He didn’t move closer.

“I am dying, Layla.”