I Bought A Country House With My Husband’s Inheritance To Get Away. Then My Son Called:

I’m 60 years old and I never thought the worst betrayal of my life would come from my own son. It all started 3 months after Marcus’s funeral. My husband of 35 years was gone, and I could still feel the emptiness he’d left in our bed, in the kitchen where we used to have breakfast every morning, in every corner of the house we had built with so much love.

The life insurance policy Marcus had kept a secret was a surprise. $500,000. It was a sum we had never had before.

Enough money to completely change my life. For weeks, the money sat untouched in the bank account while I grieved the loss of the only man who had truly loved me. Marcus had always dreamed of a small farm in the North Georgia countryside, a place where we could raise some animals and grow our own vegetables.

“When I retire,” he’d tell me while stroking my hair, “we’ll buy that farm and live right away from all that city noise.”

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