I choke on my wine. I cough as I try to maintain a sense of dignity. But I just can’t quite contain my surprise at the question. I grab a napkin and quickly wipe my mouth. I look up with shock in my eyes. “What did you just say?” I ask again. What had I just heard?

“I need help with my son’s education.” He leans forward. “If you marry me, I will provide all your needs.”

“You can just get a private tutor!” I exclaim.

“Having a mother at home and focused on his education is essential and more effective. Besides…” He takes my hand, which trembles in his...