Megan thought the hardest part of losing her husband was over. But when she stepped into the law office for the reading of his will, the real heartbreak began.
The sun was gentle that morning, but Megan felt anything but peace. Exhausted and numb, she drove her three children to school, struggling to hold herself together in front of them. Her youngest, Eli, lagged behind with heavy steps and a heavy heart. Megan reassured him—they would be okay. But she didn’t believe it herself.
After school drop-off, Megan noticed an old Polaroid fall from her car’s sun visor. It was a memory frozen in time—her and Tom, smiling on a beach, before everything shattered. She wept, then pulled herself together and drove to the lawyer’s office.
The law firm was sterile, cold—just like the woman waiting inside. Megan had never seen her before, but this elegant blonde introduced herself as Jennifer Green, Tom’s attorney. Something about her smile made Megan uneasy.
Then came the blow.
Jennifer read aloud: Tom’s assets, house, accounts—everything—were left to her. Not Megan. Not the mother of his children. But Jennifer.
Megan was stunned. It didn’t add up—until she realized the awful truth. Jennifer wasn’t just Tom’s lawyer. She had been his mistress.
Megan stormed out, devastated and furious. But the nightmare wasn’t over. Later that day, a man delivered more bad news: Megan and her kids had seven days to vacate their home. Everything, legally, now belonged to Jennifer.
That night, broken and alone, Megan found something—something that would change everything. In one of Tom’s old jackets, an envelope. Inside: a letter. And a second will.
Tom’s real message. His real intentions. He had grown suspicious of Jennifer and created a backup plan. The true will left everything to Megan and the kids.
Fueled by fury and a fierce need to protect her children, Megan hired a trusted attorney. Within days, the truth came out—Jennifer had forged the will. She was disbarred and charged.
Megan didn’t take joy in Jennifer’s downfall—but she finally felt peace.
Their house was safe. Her children had a home again. And Megan? She reclaimed her strength.
On a quiet Sunday morning, with laughter in the yard and coffee in her hands, Megan knew—they were going to be just fine.