Jennifer began reading Tom’s will. At first, everything seemed standard—mentions of the house, the car, their finances. Megan expected everything to be passed to her and the children.
Then came the shock.
Jennifer read the line: “All assets and property are to be transferred to Jennifer Green.”
Megan blinked. “Excuse me?”
Jennifer met her gaze evenly. “Tom left everything to me.”
“You?” Megan whispered. “But… you’re just the lawyer.”
There was a pause. Jennifer said nothing more, and Megan, overwhelmed by confusion and disbelief, left the office.
When she picked up the kids later that day, her thoughts were a whirlwind. She didn’t share any of it with them—not the questions, not the confusion. But the day wasn’t over yet.
As they pulled into the driveway, Megan noticed a man in a suit on the porch. He approached her with a calm, formal tone. “I’m here on behalf of the property owner. The residence has been transferred. You’ll need to vacate within seven days.”
Megan’s heart dropped. “No. There must be a mistake. This is our home. My children live here.”
“I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I’m just here to deliver the notice.”
Inside, Megan leaned against the door, trying to steady herself. Everything felt like it was slipping away.
Later that night, after the children were asleep, Megan went into the bedroom she had once shared with Tom. While sorting through his closet, a jacket fell—and with it, an envelope. Her name was written on the front in Tom’s handwriting.
Hands trembling, she opened it.
Megan,
If you’re reading this, I’m no longer with you.
I gave a copy of my will to Jennifer, but recently I started to have doubts.
Just in case, here is the version I truly intended. Please take it to someone you trust.
You and the kids were everything to me.
I’m sorry if I ever failed to show it.
I love you. Always.
—Tom
Inside was a complete, signed version of Tom’s will—this one naming Megan and the children as the rightful beneficiaries.
The next morning, Megan contacted a trusted local attorney, Carol Reynolds. After reading the letter and reviewing the documents, Carol looked at Megan and said firmly, “Let’s make this right.”
The legal process moved quickly. Megan’s documents and testimony revealed serious irregularities. The court confirmed that the rightful will had been tampered with and reinstated the original.
The truth came to light. The property was returned to Megan and her children, and the matter was resolved through the appropriate legal channels.
Megan didn’t feel triumphant—just relieved. What mattered most was keeping her children safe, keeping their home intact, and restoring what was rightfully theirs.
Weeks later, on a sunny Sunday morning, Megan sat on the porch sipping a warm cup of tea. She watched the kids run through the yard, their laughter echoing through the spring air.
Lily ran up to her with a bunch of wildflowers. “These are for you, Mom!”
Megan smiled, pulled her daughter into a hug, and looked at the sky.
“We’re going to be okay,” she whispered.
And in that quiet moment, she truly believed it.