After My Grandma’s Death, My Husband Rushed Me to Sell Her House — When I Learned the Reason, I Was Furious and Made Him Regret It

Eventually, she gave in. She signed some preliminary paperwork but never followed through on the final sale. She regretted it deeply and wrote that she was sorry for even entertaining his lies.

My eyes burned.

My hands were shaking so badly that I had to rest the letter on my knees.

Then came the last part of the letter, in lines I will never forget:

I sat there for a long time, the attic suddenly colder than before. My mind felt numb. I read the letter again.

Then I read it a second time. It felt impossible to believe.

Paul, the man who kissed me every night before bed, who helped bathe our daughters, who told me I was the love of his life, had blackmailed my dying grandmother.

I reached into the suitcase and pulled out everything.

There was the deed to the house, her will, the signed but incomplete sale agreement, and several other documents that confirmed everything she had written. She had named me the sole beneficiary of the property months before her death.

By the time I climbed back down, the sun had disappeared. I called a cab and carried the suitcase to the curb.

I didn’t go straight home. I stopped at a 24-hour storage facility and locked the suitcase inside one of the smallest units they had. After that, I drove to the bank and placed the most important documents, the will, the deed, and the letter, into a safety deposit box registered under only my name.

I didn’t sleep that night.

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