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When my first husband, David, died of cancer, he left me with one promise to keep: protect the house he bought for our daughter, Lily. It wasn’t just property—it was her future, and the last thing her father gave her. The house was placed in a trust for Lily, and I was only its guardian.
Years later, I remarried. My second husband, Greg, had an adult son, Eric. At first, everything felt stable—until Eric announced his engagement. The wedding plans were extravagant, and Greg didn’t have the money to fund them.
I was stunned. When I reminded him the home belonged to Lily, he brushed it off, saying she was “too young to understand” and that we could replace it later. He expected me to sacrifice my daughter’s inheritance for his son’s wedding.
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