I married a prisoner for money while he was serving a twelve-year sentence — but after his conviction was overturned, he came to my apartment with a black box and said, “Now it’s my turn to be honest.”

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Then came the eighth night.

I was washing dishes when Julian entered the kitchen carrying a heavy black box.

He placed it on the table.

The sound made me turn around. GetWriting Tools

“What’s that?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he pulled out a chair.

“Nora, we need to talk.”

My stomach tightened.

“You’re frightening me.”

He looked at me carefully.

“I owe you the truth.”

“The truth about what?”

He rested his hand on the box.

“About why my mother chose you.” Birthdayparty planning

I frowned.

“She chose