There was only one person I could call. My mother picked up on the second ring. “James, what happened?”
“She threw me out,” I whispered.
“Don’t touch a thing,” she said. “I’m on my way. There’s something you don’t know—something your father asked me to keep secret.”
Three hours later, her old Honda pulled up. She hugged me tight, then handed me an envelope. Inside: the property deed. The house. My name. Dated three years ago.
“The house?” I breathed.
“It’s yours,” she said. “Your father transferred it before he married Carolina. She’s been living here illegally this whole time.”
Shock paralyzed me. “Why didn’t he tell me?”
“He knew she’d contest it,” my mother said, her voice sharp. “I handled the paperwork. Everything is airtight.”
We went to confront Carolina. The second my mother held up the deed, her mask cracked. “You’re on James’s property. You have no legal right to be here.”
Carolina paled, sputtered, threatened to contest—but the documents were ironclad.
Inside, my father’s study had been ransacked. Drawers open, papers scattered. My mother walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a copy of Moby Dick—the shelf swung open to reveal a hidden safe. Documents, jewelry, sealed letters addressed to me.
The first letter hit me like a punch:
“James, I know who Carolina really is. I was blind too long. Your mother and I have protected what’s yours—house, savings, everything that matters. Don’t let her intimidate you. You are, and always will be, my greatest pride.”
Within a week, Carolina was gone. Investigators later discovered she’d stolen money and canceled a medical appointment that might have saved my father.
I moved in. My father’s safe became my desk centerpiece; the letters a daily reminder of how deeply I was loved. Carolina faded into whispers across town.
Every time I unlock my front door, I don’t think about the betrayal—I think about the love that planned, protected, and persevered. My father didn’t just leave a house. He left proof that love can outlast betrayal, mistakes, even death.
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