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Deborah casually mentioned that Caleb had saved a significant sum of money to buy us a house—money he had left to me in his will. Then, her voice turned like a blade. She demanded the majority of the funds, claiming her “sacrifice” as a mother outweighed my rights as a wife. When I demanded to see the legal papers, she threatened to fight me until I was broke.
I left her house shaking, but this time, I wasn’t alone. I called Harper. What followed was a weeks-long legal battle that Deborah was entirely unprepared for. She tried to vilify me in our social circles, painting me as a gold-digging opportunist and even threatening to sue for grandparental visitation rights. But Harper was relentless. We followed the paper trail Caleb had left behind, a trail that proved he had been meticulously planning a secure future for Noah and me. He had structured his assets to ensure that even if he weren’t there to stand between us and his mother’s bitterness, his legacy would.
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