“Surprised?” I asked, my voice sharp and controlled. My daughter-in-law paled, fumbling for words, trying to spin excuses. I cut her off. “Save it. I know exactly what you tried. You thought you could erase me, claim what isn’t yours. But you miscalculated.”
My son’s smooth talk fell flat. “It was a misunderstanding,” he pleaded. Empty words.
“I trusted you both,” I continued, eyes unwavering. “Now, everything changes. Access to my fortune? Gone. You’ll have to earn it. Truly earn it—if you ever want a piece.”
Shock washed over them, the weight of failure sinking in. Bitter? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely. I turned away, knowing the future of my empire was now protected from betrayal.
Walking away, I felt renewed. The Amazon had tested me—and I had emerged sharper, stronger, more determined. My legacy wasn’t just a name; it was a standard. And I would protect it, fiercely, for those who understood its true worth.
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