I was twenty-seven, struggling to pay rent while raising my younger brother, when a wealthy woman offered me $2,000 a month to marry her son.
There was only one problem.
Her son was serving time in federal prison.
“You don’t have to love him,” she explained. “Visit him twice a month, write him letters, and help convince the court he still has a supportive family.” PlanFamily Trips
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I was desperate for money.
So I agreed.
Our wedding took place inside a prison