Rachels ex-husband left her everything — his house, his stocks, even his prized vintage car. But heres the catch: he left his widow and newborn child with nothing for a reason that shook everyone. What would you do if you were her? Keep it, or hand it over?
What would you do if the man who broke your heart left you everything? And by EVERYTHING, I mean his house, his stocks, and even his prized car — while leaving his widow and newborn child with NOTHING. Would you take it? Or would guilt swallow you whole?
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When the solicitor called to tell me Id inherited my ex-husband Todds entire estate, my first reaction was to laugh. Not a joyous laugh — more of a “has hell frozen over?” kind of laugh.
Todd — the same man who once told me he couldnt afford child support — had apparently left me his suburban home, all his investments, and Pearl, his precious vintage car that no one was allowed to touch.
“Miss Rachel?” the solicitors voice wavered. “Are you still there?”
“WAS THIS SOME KIND OF MISTAKE?” I whispered, my fingers trembling against the phone. “Todd wouldnt…”
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“I assure you, maam, theres no mistake. Your ex-husband was very explicit in his wishes.”
I couldnt believe what I heard. For 15 years, Todd and I had built a life together. We had three kids, a house with a porch swing, and what I thought was a solid marriage. Then, out of nowhere, hed told me he was “tired of everything.” Translation? He was having an affair with Angela, his 25-year-old secretary, who he was apparently “helping rebuild her credit.”
I remember that conversation like it was yesterday. We were sitting in our kitchen, the same kitchen where wed shared thousands of meals, where wed taught our kids to bake cookies, and where wed slow-danced at midnight.
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“I just need some space, Rachel,” hed said, refusing to meet my eyes. “Everything feels so… heavy.”
“Heavy?” Id echoed, my voice breaking. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing!” he said, but something about how he had said it felt off.
The joint credit card statement addressed to “Todd and Angela” showed up in our mailbox one morning. Thats how I found out. I confronted him, my hands shaking as I held up the envelope.
“Shes just a friend,” he stammered, his face pale. “She needed help with her credit —”
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“Stop lying!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face. “Just stop! For once in your life, Todd, tell me the truth!”
“Fine. I… I cant do this anymore. I want a break. From everything,” he whispered, and those words cut deeper than any knife could.
I filed for divorce within a week. It wasnt easy, but we managed to stay civil for the sake of our kids. He married Angela a year later, and we mostly kept out of each others way. I didnt know much about their life, and frankly, I didnt care. All I knew was that Angela had the man whod broken me, and I wanted nothing to do with either of them.
Which is why the phone call from the solicitor hit me like a brick.
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“Miss Rachel,” the man said, clearing his throat. “You are the sole beneficiary of your late husbands estate.”
I stared at the wall, unsure if Id misheard him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, maam. Everythings in your name: the house, the stocks, the car —”
“The car?” My voice rose. “Youre telling me Todd left me Pearl?”
“Yes.”
“But that car…” I choked back a sob. “That car was his baby. He wouldnt even let me drive it on our anniversary.”
“I understand this is a lot to process,” he said. “Would you like me to give you some time?”
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I hung up, my mind racing. Todd, the man who had devastated me, had somehow decided to leave me everything he had, while leaving nothing for Angela and their baby. How? And WHY?
I was haunted and I wasnt prepared for what came next.
The first time I met Angela wasnt in a courtroom, as I wouldve expected. It was on my doorstep.
“Youve got some nerve, Rachel,” she hissed.
I turned, and there she was. Angela. With a baby that was fast asleep in a stroller.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
Angela stepped forward, her face flushed. “You manipulative witch! You think you can steal everything from us?”
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“Lower your voice,” I warned, glancing at my front window where my daughter Katie stood frozen. “My children are inside.”
“Oh, now you care about children?” Angelas laugh was borderline hysterical. “What about MY child? What about his future? Todd wouldnt have done this unless you tricked him! Give me whats ours, or ILL TAKE THIS TO COURT!!”
“Tricked him?” I laughed, though there was no humor in it. “Angela, I had no idea Todd left me anything until this morning. I didnt even know he had a will.”
“Oh, please,” she snapped. “You expect me to believe this wasnt planned? Im his WIFE. I just gave birth to his son, and you think its fair for you to take everything? How can you live with yourself, Rachel? Youre cheating my baby out of his inheritance!”
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Her words hit like a slap. I couldnt respond. Because deep down, I did feel guilty. The baby was so small and innocent. How could Todd leave his child with nothing?
“Mom?” Katies voice came from behind me. “Is everything okay?”
Angelas eyes darted to my daughter, and for a moment, something like shame crossed her face. But it vanished quickly.
“Your mother,” she spat, “is trying to steal everything your father left us.”
“Get off my property,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “How dare you try to turn my child against me?”
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“I dont have to turn anyone against you,” Angela sneered. “Youre doing a fine job of that yourself.”
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“I dont have anything to say to you,” I said finally. “If you have a problem, take it to court.”
“Oh, I will,” she spat, turning on her heel. “And trust me, Rachel — you wont win. Ill make sure everyone knows what kind of person you really are!”
I watched her leave, my heart pounding. I wasnt sure if Id win either.
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The next morning, I called Todds attorney.
“Miss Rachel,” he began, his voice calm and professional, “Todd left you the estate for a reason. I have a letter from him explaining everything.”
“A letter? When… when did he write it?”
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“Three days before he passed. He came to my office specifically to change his will and leave this letter.”
“Three days? He knew he was dying?”
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“The doctors had given him a week. He… he wanted to make things right.”
“Right?” I laughed bitterly. “Nothing about this is right.”
“Would you like me to read the letter?”
I closed my eyes, remembering the last time Id seen Todd. It was at Katies school play. Hed looked tired, but Id assumed it was just stress. Had he known then? Had he been carrying this secret?
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“Yes,” I whispered. “Please read it.”
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There was a pause, then he began:
“Rachel,
If youre reading this, Im gone. I know this is probably a shock, but I want you to understand why Ive done this. Angela and I had our share of problems. If the baby shes carrying is even mine, I doubt itll change anything. I dont trust her, and I dont want my hard-earned money going to someone who never earned it.
You, on the other hand, gave me 15 years of your life. You raised our kids. You supported me when I didnt deserve it. This is my way of making it right. I know I cant fix the past, but I hope this will help you and the kids in the future.
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Angela cant con her way into this one. Everything is legally sound. Im sorry for everything I put you through.
—Todd”
The line went quiet.
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“Are you okay, Miss Rachel?” the attorney asked.
“Did he…” I struggled to find the right words. “Did he say anything else? When he dropped off the letter?”
The attorney hesitated. “He… he asked me to tell you something. He said, Tell Rachel I should have never let her go. Tell her she was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
A sob escaped my throat. “Damn you, Todd,” I whispered. “Damn you for saying that now.”
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“Miss Rachel?”
I took a shaky breath. “Im fine. Thank you for reading that.”
But I wasnt fine. Todd had been a terrible husband, but at the end of it all, hed tried to make things right. However, I had a huge problem to deal with… ANGELA.
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She wasnt going down without a fight. She sued to contest the will, claiming it violated her rights and the rights of her child. I had no choice but to fight back. My kids deserved their share of Todds estate, and I wasnt going to let Angela take that from them.
The first day in court, Angela played her part perfectly. Tears streamed down her face, and the baby cradled in her arms.
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“Your Honor,” her lawyer began, “my client is a grieving widow with a newborn child. The deceaseds ex-wife is trying to rob them of their rightful inheritance.”
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As I prepared for court, I started noticing things. The baby in Angelas arms didnt look anything like Todd — or our kids. His curly red hair was the first clue. Todd had poker-straight dark hair, as did all three of our kids. Shockingly enough, Angela had dark hair as well.
During a recess, she cornered me in the bathroom.
“You think youre so clever,” she hissed. “Playing the wronged ex-wife.”
I met her eyes in the mirror. “At least Im not playing pretend with someone elses baby.”
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Her face went white. “What did you say?”
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“You heard me.”
Coincidence? Maybe. But I had a hunch as I stared at her baby in the stroller.
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I submitted Todds letter to the court, and the judge ordered a DNA test. Angela was furious, but she had no choice.
“This is harassment!” she screamed in the courtroom. “Youre trying to humiliate me!”
“Miss,” the judge said sternly, “control yourself or Ill hold you in contempt.”
A few weeks later, the results came in. The baby wasnt Todds.
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The courtroom was silent as the judge read the results. Angelas face went pale, and for the first time, she had NOTHING to say.
Todd had known. He must have known. Maybe thats why hed left everything to me.
In the end, I kept the estate. I sold Pearl, Todds beloved car, and put the money into college funds for the kids. I divided the rest of the estate equally among them, ensuring theyd be secure no matter what.
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Katie found me one evening, staring at an old photo of Todd and me from happier days.
“Mom?” she said softly. “Are you okay?”
I pulled her close. “You know, your dad wasnt perfect. He made a lot of mistakes. But in the end, he tried to do the right thing.”
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“I miss him sometimes,” she whispered. “Is that weird?”
“No, sweetheart,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Thats not weird at all.”
As for Angela? Last I heard, shed moved on to her next “project” to “rebuild credit” with someone new. Todd may not have been perfect… but hed gotten the last word, and in the process, hed given me and the kids a chance at a better future.
Sometimes, karma has a funny way of working things out, right?
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Heres another story: Six-year-old Mike desperately waited for his parents every day at the shelter, not knowing theyd died in a car crash. One day, he noticed a poor teenage girl silently watching him from the fence. He didnt know then that she was going to change his life in ways he couldve never imagined.
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