I glanced at Margaret, who was sitting up straight with an expectant smile on her face.
She looked proud, almost smug, like she was about to receive her rightful reward. Hannah sat beside her mother, equally confident.
Robert opened his briefcase and pulled out a document. “Your father-in-law was very specific about his wishes. He spent a great deal of time considering how to distribute his estate.”
Margaret leaned forward slightly, her hands folded in her lap.
“Walter has left his entire estate,” Robert continued, looking directly at me, “to his daughter-in-law, Ava.”
The room went completely silent.
“He what?” Margaret’s voice was barely a whisper.
“He left everything to Ava,” Robert repeated calmly, “because he believed she was the only person who would divide it fairly among the family. He trusted her judgment above everyone else’s.”
Margaret gasped so loudly it echoed off the walls. Her face went from confident to horrified in the blink of an eye.
“He left it to HER?” She pointed at me like I was something she’d scraped off her shoe.
“He adored Ava,” Robert said. “He told me many times that she was the kindest person in this family. He trusted her completely.”
I sat there in shock, unable to process what I was hearing.
Ethan, who had been standing by the doorway, rubbed his forehead slowly. I could see it in his eyes… he finally understood the full scope of what his mother had done, how she’d treated me, how she’d treated our children, and now, the consequences.
From that moment forward, everything shifted.
Margaret’s entire attitude flipped like a switch. Suddenly, she was complimenting my hair, offering me tea, and calling my kids “precious little angels.” She completely ignored Hannah to focus all her attention on me, acting like she’d always loved me, like the past decade of cruelty had never happened.
It was painful to watch her scramble.
And yet, I couldn’t deny there was something strangely satisfying about it, too.
The same woman who had told me to get out of her house just days ago was now practically begging for my affection. She was terrified that I would cut her out of what she believed was rightfully hers. Every phone call was suddenly filled with pleasantries. Every conversation dripped with fake sweetness that made my skin crawl.
Hannah wasn’t happy about any of this either. She called me three times in one day, her voice tight with barely concealed anger.
“Mom worked her whole life for Dad,” she said. “This isn’t fair to her.”
“Your father made his choice,” I replied calmly. “He knew what he was doing.”
Their perfect little hierarchy had completely crumbled.
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