“That’s impossible… I was his wife.”
The lawyer didn’t answer.
Instead, he reached into his briefcase, pulled out a thick white envelope, and placed it on the table.
My name was written across the front.
In William’s handwriting.
I reached for it, but the lawyer suddenly placed his hand over the envelope and stopped me.
“Before you open this, there is something you need to know.”
I stared at him.
The expression on his face had completely changed.
“Months before your husband died, he gave me very specific instructions. I was supposed to tell you first that you had inherited nothing… and only then was I
With trembling hands, I picked up the envelope.
And when I pulled out the first thing inside, my breath caught in my throat.
I recognized it.
But I couldn’t understand how William could possibly have had it.
For several seconds, I just stared at the envelope.
