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’

Arthur led me to his office and closed the door.

My hands trembled as I lifted the cover.

The folder was full of legal documents. On the top page, my name was printed in bold black letters beside Eleanor’s.

“You are now her legal guardian,” Arthur said. “And the executor of my entire estate. I’ve already updated my will to ensure you will get the lion’s share.”

I stared at him, my breath caught in my throat. “Why would you do this?”

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

The folder was full of legal documents.

“I know they’ve been arguing about their inheritance…” I said softly.

Arthur nodded. “They’re dividing my estate among themselves like I’m already gone. But it goes deeper than that. Vivien wants to send Eleanor to the cheapest state facility she can find. I overheard her calling my sister ‘a burden draining the inheritance.’”

I pressed a hand to my mouth.

“My children are waiting for me to die so they can profit from it and toss Eleanor out,” he continued. “But you don’t think that way. You—”

The door slammed open behind me.

“It goes deeper than that.”