And then, right on cue, I got a text from him.
The timing was laughable, really!
[Therese, if you still want to be a CEO's wife, pay back the $500,000, sign a prenup, and promise to give me three kids in five years after marriage. Play by the rules, and I'll give you a life of luxury and status. Refuse, and you can forget ever finding another job.]
I stared at my screen for a long second and was just stunned.
Was this real life?
Did he honestly think he was doing me a favor?
Then I laughed.
The truth is, Oliver had no idea that marrying me was already out of his league.
If we had truly married, he would have been the one advancing. Even without ever working, I would still live better than most. The influential and wealthy people would recognize me for who I am, and it wouldn't be him they admired.
So I didn't waste another second on his ridiculous "offer."
I typed: [Go away!]
Hit send.
For a moment, I thought that would be the end of it.
Of course, I was wrong.
To my astonishment, Oliver arrived at my home that evening with four bodyguards.
My doorbell kept ringing like an alarm repeatedly.