My Нusbаnd Dumреd Mе аnd Mаrriеd My Sistеr fоr аn Inhеritаnсе, Тhеn Веggеd Mе tо Таkе Нim Васk — Stоry оf thе Dаy

“Stop fussing over him. If he dies, we’ll get the insurance money,” she often said.

I couldn’t understand how she could talk so coldly about her own husband. It made my heart ache. One day, when I was driving to visit my father, my phone rang. The number was unknown. I answered, and a calm voice from the hospital spoke.

“Is this Kate?” the voice asked.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, my heart pounding.

“I’m sorry to inform you, but your father has раssеd аwау,” the voice said.

I felt the world crumble around me. I quickly pulled over to the side of the road. Tears streamed down my face, and I started crying uncontrollably. I felt an emptiness inside, a deep sorrow that words couldn’t express.

Sitting in my car, I thought about all the moments we shаrеd, his kindness, and how he was the only one who ever stood by me. I was devastated.

I felt lost, unsure of how to move forward. Then, fear crept in. What would my mother and sister do with everything that was left? I knew they would waste no time in taking what they wanted.

My father’s passing was not just a loss; it was the beginning of a battle. A battle to protect his memory and what little he had left for me.

But two days later, I received another call from an unknown number. I answered, feeling a bit apprehensive.

“Hello, is this Kate?” a voice asked.

“Yes, it is. Who’s calling?” I responded.

“This is Mr. Johnson, your father’s lawyer. I’m in charge of his will. I have some important news for you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What is it?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“Your father left you $1.5 million,” Mr. Johnson said.

I was sure it was a joke. “That’s impossible. My father didn’t have that kind of money,” I replied.

“He opened an account when you were born and kept adding to it over the years,” the lawyer explained.

“My mother and sister would have spent that money long ago. It’s impossible,” I insisted, still in disbelief.

“They didn’t know about it. No one did. Your father kept it secret to ensure you would be taken care of. But to get the money, we’ll need some documents, yours and your father’s. Can you bring them to my office?” Mr. Johnson asked.

“I think so,” I said, feeling overwhelmed.

After I finished talking to the lawyer, I sat in complete sh.ock, not believing it was true. My father had done this for me, quietly, all these years. 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.