Gave Up My Fortune for Love and Married a Poor Farmer.

I kept remembering the little things I had ignored.

The documents Jack had asked me to sign two months earlier.

The strange phone calls he made whenever I entered the room.

The way Martha insisted on accompanying me to every prenatal appointment.

And most importantly, the fact that Jack had recently started asking questions about my father’s business.

I had told him everything because I trusted him.

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