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The Will That Broke My Heart
When my mother passed away, I expected sadness — not betrayal.
She had always been the steady light in my life, especially during her final years when illness took its toll. I cared for her every day — through long nights, countless appointments, and quiet mornings when she no longer remembered the date but always remembered my name.
But as the lawyer read the will, I listened in disbelief.
Her entire fortune — nearly five million dollars — went to my brother and two aunts.
Me? I received an envelope.
A small, cream-colored one with my name written in her careful handwriting.
The Envelope
The room buzzed with excitement as my relatives whispered about their new wealth. They barely noticed me when the lawyer handed me the envelope.
He placed it gently in my hands and said quietly, “Your mother loved you more than anyone.”
I nodded, though my throat was too tight to speak.
Inside was a single key and a slip of paper with an address. No explanation. No note. Just that.
But somehow, I knew there was more to it.
The Cottage on the Hill
The address led me to the outskirts of town — a winding road lined with wildflowers and whispering trees. At the end stood a small stone cottage, aged but welcoming, with ivy climbing the walls and curtains fluttering softly through open windows.
When I unlocked the door, a familiar scent greeted me — lavender, my mother’s favorite.
The cottage was spotless, lovingly arranged. On the wooden table sat a sealed letter, folded neatly beside a pot of blooming violets. My hands trembled as I opened it.
The Letter
My dearest,
I know this will surprise you. Please don’t think I forgot you — I could never. You were my comfort through every ache, every sleepless night. You gave me what no one else could — love without condition.
The others have always cared about my money. You cared about me. That’s why I’ve left them what they wanted… and I’ve left you what matters.
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