I was 24.
I didn’t even tell my friends at first.
But the age difference wasn’t the biggest surprise.
For the first six months I knew him, I had no idea William was extremely wealthy.
I thought he was just a retired man who lived alone, loved old books, and drank cheap black coffee.
Then he invited me to his house.
The moment I stepped inside, I froze.
The house was enormous. There were expensive paintings, beautiful furniture, a huge garden, staff, even a driver.
I turned toward him.
“William… who exactly are you?”
He laughed.
A week later, I met his three children.
And from that moment, everything changed.
All three were older than me.
His eldest daughter, Diane, shook my hand and studied me carefully.
“My father is a very generous man,” she said. “I hope you’re not planning to take advantage of that.”
I pretended not to
