Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

world, but you’re going to be fine. I’m sorry to leave you like

this. I’m sorry that we had to sell—”

“We made that choice together.” What hadn’t they sold?

What more wouldn’t she have given up if she could make her

dad healthy and well again and give them more time?

“I would give anything for you to have your mother’s

necklace back.”

Her dad had been a jeweller. He’d call himself just a regular

person, but the pieces he made were so unique and inspired

and beautiful, crafted with expertise that he’d learned from his

father, who had been taught by his father before him, that his

work garnered major attention and soon he was crafting pieces

for the rich and elite.

When he found out he was sick, the insurance company

denied his claim and he couldn’t work. Even in the midst of all

the turmoil, Coralyn knew what that meant for them. They’d

lose the house and everything in it. She’d been taking a full

course load at college, but she’d switched to night classes and

worked full time during the day. They’d had to sell things that

weren’t vital or necessary, redundant things that weren’t so

redundant, in order to pay the medical bills.

And then things got worse. They lost the business, which

meant losing everything else. The house only had a small

amount of equity in it, and the vehicles hadn’t brought in

much money because they were too new and on payment.

They’d sold everything from her designer bags and shoes to

the furniture in the house, and then, when all that was gone

and they were living in a small apartment, driving a crappy car

that sometimes didn’t even want to start, they’d begun selling

off her dad’s personal pieces. The money didn’t last. Tests,