A Strictly Business Arrangement. A Marriage Of Convenience.

I was married when I was in my twenties, but I outgrew him almost immediately. We got divorced, no children. He went his way, I went mine. I turned 35 and was transferred to Corporate. In Corporate I met a man who was divorced and fifty. In a conversation in his office he offered me, if I came to him, and took care of him, he would support me and ensure that I had enough to live comfortably. A business arrangement, he wasn't good at solo.

I married him with a prenup, separate bedrooms. I had a 'job' description, no wages. If he died I was in the will and the executor. If he didn't die, well then I would be bathing him when he was ninety. If I died, it didn't matter.

But life is full of curveballs. I thought he was too old, and 'couldn't'. I thought I was too old and 'couldn't get pregnant'. I was convinced I had started menopause. Well he could, and I could and there I was expecting a baby. The doc said it all looked good, nothing to worry about. I had a doll of a daughter, who is my life's work. Now he's sixty and I'm forty five and our daughter is nine, going on twenty. I'm sorry, regretful, that I just didn't take the bull by the horns and keep on getting pregnant.

I share a bedroom, but we have two singles pushed together. I have now adopted his name and we are socially married. We don't talk about the prenup, it all goes to our daughter. She is the main beneficiary. I have a couple of trust funds already, funded because of a business sale. I'm set. My concerns are twofold, running the house and the social life, and caring for and raising our daughter. He is the benevolent father.