The Last Letter from Lucas

Summary

Five years ago, Lucas asked if I wanted to leave with him.

I said yes.

I was always clear-eyed about it. There was no love between us.

He needed a wife.

I needed money.

I played the role of a wife dutifully, spending his money recklessly.

I asked him if it hurt his wallet.

He was rich enough to just smile and say: "If it's not enough, just ask."

Five years into the marriage, Lucas died.

Great.

No one to nag me about smoking or drinking.

I could take the fortune he left me and have fun with young guys whenever I wanted.