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

I knelt beside it and slowly unbuckled the latches. Inside were layers of old photo albums and envelopes, some with rubber bands barely holding them together. There were property records, old insurance papers, utility bills, and at the very top, an envelope with my name on it.

The handwriting was shaky, but unmistakably hers.

“For Mira,” it read.

My throat tightened.

My fingers trembled as I tore it open.

The letter began, “If you’re reading this, my dear, it means I’ve left this world. I kept this from you to protect you. But even from above, I’ll try to keep you safe.”

I swallowed hard, already feeling a weight pressing down on my chest.

She wrote that about a year before she passed, Paul had started visiting her behind my back.

I blinked at the words, confused at first.

Then I read on.

He told her she should sell the house and move into a care facility. He claimed that we needed the money and warned her not to tell me anything, or else my marriage would fall apart.

She said he visited often, always well-dressed and polite on the surface, but there was something cold in his eyes.

At first, she refused. She didn’t want to believe anything bad about the man I had married.

But Paul was persistent.

He said things that frightened her, things about our finances, about me, and about losing the house if she didn’t act quickly.

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