My Late MIL, Who Hated Me for Years, Left Me Everything She Had – But Only on One Condition+

I sat down beside Eric and kept my hands folded in my lap. Alan was a man in his 60s with a slight stoop and a voice that had probably lulled hundreds of people to sleep during legal briefings. The room settled into a hush as he opened a thick folder and cleared his throat.

“The last will of Susan,” he began. “To be read on the 16th day of the month, in the presence of immediate family and involved parties.”

Mark looked like he was trying not to bounce in his seat. I could almost see the dollar signs flashing in his eyes.

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The first part was dull, filled with legal clauses, instructions about burial rights, and donations to causes Susan supported, like the historic library renovation in her hometown.

Then Alan paused and looked around the room before continuing.

“And to my daughter-in-law, Kate…”

I didn’t catch the rest at first.

Wait. What?

I sat up straighter, unsure if I’d heard him right.

Alan repeated the line slowly, this time, more clearly.

“All her millions, her mansion, and assets all go to Kate.”

There was a beat of complete silence.

At first, I smiled politely, assuming Susan had left something to a namesake or perhaps a distant cousin with the same first name. That would’ve been generous and surprising, considering how careful she had always been with her money.

But then the air shifted. I could feel eyes on me.

Eric turned to look at me, his brow furrowed.

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