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

The price was $350,000, leaving me with $150,000 for renovations and initial expenses. I signed the papers on a Tuesday morning, trembling with excitement. It was the first important decision I had made without Marcus, but I knew he’d be proud.

That very afternoon, unable to contain my joy, I called Andre, my only child. “Mom.” His voice sounded surprised. Andre was 38 and worked as a manager at an insurance company.

He and his wife, Kiara, had lived in the city for 5 years. “Everything’s fine, Andre. Son, I have wonderful news,” I said, feeling my heart pound with pure happiness.

“I bought a farm, a beautiful farm in the country, just like your father and I always dreamed.”

The silence on the other end of the line lasted so long I thought the call had dropped. “You bought what?” His tone had changed completely. It was flat and cold.

“A farm, Andre. It’s perfect. It has everything I need, and there’s plenty of space for when you and Kiara come to visit.

You could stay on weekends. Bring the grandkids when you have them.”

“Mom, have you lost your mind?” His voice turned harsh. Cruel.

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