At the age of 24, I married a man who was fifty years older than me. Everyone around me thought that I had married him only for the money. I myself was convinced that after his death, all his property would go to me.kh a very wealthy man.
He had a large house, several apartments, a plot of land outside the city, and enough money in his accounts.
He has never hidden the fact that he has considerable wealth.
One day, however, he told me:
“Money does not make a man happy. The most important thing is to be able to do something useful while you still can.
At that time, I didn’t pay much attention to his words.
We lived together for only a year.
And then one morning I woke up and realized that he was gone.
My husband died in his sleep.
His death came as a complete surprise to me.
