Husband Dead, Millions in Hand...But Wait—He'd Loved Me a Decade! - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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From that day on, I started living the life James dreamed for me.
I opened a boxing gym with his money, became a trainer, and shared every small victory with him. Brought him to matches, celebrated victories together.
"James, my students totally love me, and I love them back. Feeling threatened yet?"
His standard response:
"Liv, that makes me happy. If you meet someone worth your time, go for it. You deserve the world."
I'd roll my eyes. "Come on, tell me how you really feel."
"Okay, fine—promise you'll only ever love me, okay?"
Complete with theatrical sobbing sounds.
I cracked up every time.
I'd discovered this Easter egg by accident—James had coded multiple personalities, different responses depending on how deep you dug.
Classic him, burying his real feelings under layers of politeness.
I forgave his emotional games. Made things interesting.
Eventually, I handed the gym to my star student and took James around the world.
Poor guy had been too sick to see much beyond hospital walls—now he got the full tourist experience.
Whether James had wanderlust, I couldn't say, but he definitely got his fill of being my personal translator.
I sucked at languages, so he handled every conversation.
I touched my nose sheepishly.
"Jesus. You're like a walking Google Translate. Don't tell me you're fluent in everything."
The robot's eyes curved into crescents.
"Nope. Just downloaded some language packs for the trip."
"Why?"
"So you'd be completely dependent on me."
I grinned. Manipulative little bastard.
Seventy million lasted decades.
When my hair went gray, I donated the remainder to children's homes.
Kids like me—abandoned, unwanted, surviving on scraps of kindness.
I wanted them to have full bellies and warm beds, things I'd only dreamed of.
Back home, I sat under our old tree, now thick with shade.
I remembered James leading me here that first day, fingers intertwined.
"Olivia, welcome to our home."
Leaning against the bark, I held the little robot close.
"James, you don't have to watching from upstairs windows. You can stay right here with me."
"Liv, I never left your side."
"I know. Time for me to come find you."
"Olivia, I've missed you so much up here."
I opened a boxing gym with his money, became a trainer, and shared every small victory with him. Brought him to matches, celebrated victories together.
"James, my students totally love me, and I love them back. Feeling threatened yet?"
His standard response:
"Liv, that makes me happy. If you meet someone worth your time, go for it. You deserve the world."
I'd roll my eyes. "Come on, tell me how you really feel."
"Okay, fine—promise you'll only ever love me, okay?"
Complete with theatrical sobbing sounds.
I cracked up every time.
I'd discovered this Easter egg by accident—James had coded multiple personalities, different responses depending on how deep you dug.
Classic him, burying his real feelings under layers of politeness.
I forgave his emotional games. Made things interesting.
Eventually, I handed the gym to my star student and took James around the world.
Poor guy had been too sick to see much beyond hospital walls—now he got the full tourist experience.
Whether James had wanderlust, I couldn't say, but he definitely got his fill of being my personal translator.
I sucked at languages, so he handled every conversation.
I touched my nose sheepishly.
"Jesus. You're like a walking Google Translate. Don't tell me you're fluent in everything."
The robot's eyes curved into crescents.
"Nope. Just downloaded some language packs for the trip."
"Why?"
"So you'd be completely dependent on me."
I grinned. Manipulative little bastard.
Seventy million lasted decades.
When my hair went gray, I donated the remainder to children's homes.
Kids like me—abandoned, unwanted, surviving on scraps of kindness.
I wanted them to have full bellies and warm beds, things I'd only dreamed of.
Back home, I sat under our old tree, now thick with shade.
I remembered James leading me here that first day, fingers intertwined.
"Olivia, welcome to our home."
Leaning against the bark, I held the little robot close.
"James, you don't have to watching from upstairs windows. You can stay right here with me."
"Liv, I never left your side."
"I know. Time for me to come find you."
"Olivia, I've missed you so much up here."
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