I Married an 82-Year-Old Millionaire So My 8-Year-Old S0n Could Receive Heart Surger***Then, Hours After 0ur Wedding, He Revealed the Surgery Was Already Paid F0r and Said, “Claire, I Knew Exactly Wh0 You Were Long Before You Ever Stepped Int0 My House.”

“Marry me,” he said.

I thought I must have heard him incorrectly.

“Excuse me?”

“Marry me. Owen’s medical expenses will be handled immediately.”

I stared at him.

“Mr. Whitmore, you’re eighty-two.”

“I am aware.”

“I’m thirty-three.”

“I am also aware of that.”

“Then you understand why this sounds completely unreasonable.”