The Dangers of Getting Way Too Involved with a Wealthy Older Man…And His Wife: Part 2

The Dangers of Getting Way Too Involved with a Wealthy Older Man...And His Wife: Part 2The day finally arrived for me to meet with my older lover’s wife. I pulled up to the restau­rant a few min­utes early. I had seen Mrs. Brown in pass­ing and knew she was a fash­ion­able and classy lady. She always wore designer two-piece suits—just like Jackie Kennedy—and always had a big black Cadil­lac with a per­sonal dri­ver. She was almost 10 years older than her hus­band, well into her 60s. I was sit­ting in my car when I saw her arrive. The dri­ver opened the car door for her and I watched as she entered the restaurant.

I thought about dri­ving away at that moment, but I decided to suck it up and go inside. I wasn’t sure if she sus­pected me and Mr. Brown and I needed to scope out the sit­u­a­tion. As soon as I walked into the restau­rant, she waved me to her table. She told me to sit down, and decided to take it upon her­self to order us both Mimosas. She looked at me sternly and told me that she didn’t want to play games. She knew Mr. Brown had another “floozy,” as she called it, and that this time she needed to get some things off her chest.

Amber,” she said. “You have been a loyal employee of Mr. Brown for years.” She told me I was a loyal hard worker and that she thought she could trust me. And then she dropped the unex­pected bomb—she was in ill health. She had a fam­ily his­tory of Alzheimer’s and she needed to take care of some things before her con­di­tion dete­ri­o­rated. She said she wanted me to help her find out who Mr. Brown’s new lady was so that she could han­dle the sit­u­a­tion. I told her there was no way I could intrude on his pri­vacy like that. When I objected, she told me she was pow­er­ful and knew a lot of peo­ple; she would find out even­tu­ally, and if I knew any­thing it would be wise to tell her now.

I decided to try and dig about their his­tory together, and she responded with a quote from The Great Gatsby: “Do you come from old money, new money, or no money?” She pro­ceeded to tell me that her father had money, and since he had no sons, it was up to her to marry a gen­tle­man who she knew would be suc­cess­ful. With a lit­tle of her father’s old money to help him, she knew Mr. Brown had the drive to be that suc­cess­ful man her fam­ily wanted her to marry, which is why her fam­ily paid for his edu­ca­tion, includ­ing law school. Their rela­tion­ship ended up being noth­ing like what I had expected…