She said she had taken the journal intending to destroy it out of anger — but after his death, she knew I deserved the truth. I didn’t know whether to hate her or thank her. But the final blow came during the reading of his will.
He had left everything — every asset, every property, every account — to me. His lawyer said he had insisted I was the only one worthy of carrying his legacy. I cried uncontrollably.
Not for the money. But for the five months that broke us — a wound in a love story that, despite everything, had never truly ended.
