“Sam, I know this seems fast,” he said nervously. “But when you know, you know. I want to build a life with you. Will you marry me?”

I hesitated briefly, thinking of my grandfather’s cautionary advice about protecting myself. But looking into Jason’s earnest eyes, I pushed those concerns aside.

“Yes,” I whispered, tears forming. “Yes, I will.”

As we celebrated that night, I almost told him about the company, about my actual wealth. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but something held me back—a faint warning bell I couldn’t quite identify.

I decided I would tell him soon, but wanted to make sure it didn’t change anything between us first.

“After the wedding,” I promised myself. “Once we’re husband and wife, I’ll tell him everything.”

I had no idea how fateful that decision would prove to be.

The moment Jason and I announced our engagement, Eleanor appointed herself chief wedding planner.