Tears filled my eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude.
That evening, Tom approached me, looking curious. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him about the inheritance.
“Did you get anything from your father?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“No,” I lied, wanting to see his reaction.
He sneered. “I knew it.
You were never worthy of your family. I don’t want to live with a poor woman anymore. Angela and I have been talking for a long time, so I want to divorce you.”
He handed me the divorce papers he had already signed.
I felt a mix of anger and relief. Without a word, I took the pen and signed them. I didn’t need a husband who was ready to leave me at the first opportunity.
I watched him walk away, feeling a strange sense of freedom.
I was done with people who didn’t value me. I had my father’s legacy, and I would build my own future.
The next day, I went to my parents’ house with the lawyer. My mother didn’t want to let me in at first, but seeing the lawyer, she had to.
“There’s nothing here for you!
Father left the house to us!” Angela shouted as soon as we stepped inside.
I took a deep breath and replied calmly, “Father left me one and a half million dollars.” I saw Tom, who was standing nearby, turn pale.
“What?! That’s impossible!” my mother screamed, waving a piece of paper. “Here’s his will.
It says everything goes to us!”
I took the document from her hand and examined it. It was clearly written in Angela’s handwriting, not my father’s. The lawyer took a closer look and nodded.
“Your father left his will to me, and I have the only copy.
I don’t know what this is,” he said, holding up the fake will.
“This is his last will! And it’s valid!” Angela screamed, her face red with anger.
The lawyer remained calm. “Then you won’t mind if I take it for verification?
You know this is a serious offense and punishable by law, right?”
At these words, my mother and Angela fell silent, their faces pale. They knew they had been caught. I gathered the documents I needed and turned to leave the house.
As I was about to step out, Tom suddenly fell to his knees before me.
“Forgive me, Kate. I was wrong. I love you so much.
Let’s try again?” he begged, tears in his eyes.
I looked down at him, feeling no sympathy. “I don’t need any of you, and I never want to see or hear from you again,” I said firmly.
“Kate! Please!” Tom continued to beg, but I walked past him and headed for the exit.
I didn’t intend to listen to him or anyone else who had hurt me. I was done with all of them.
I stepped out of the house, feeling a sense of freedom and relief. I was ready to start a new chapter in my life, one where I was in control and surrounded by people who truly cared for me.
I moved to a house by the ocean and opened my own business, as I had always dreamed.
It was a cozy little place with a view of the sea, and it brought me peace. Every morning, I woke up to the sound of waves and felt a sense of freedom and happiness that I had never known before.
I never spoke to my family again. It was better that way.
But from what I heard, my mother and Angela spent all the money left by my father within a few months.
Tom had to get another job to make ends meet. Angela had twins, and they all lived with my mother because they had no money to rent a house. It was a chaotic situation, and they struggled every day.
Sometimes, I thought about how things had turned out.
My mother and Angela had always treated me so badly, and now they were facing their own hardships. I felt a sense of justice. Everyone got exactly what they deserved.
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