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The letter was a confession of love and a roadmap for a secret security. Elias had known that his original will, drafted years before he met Marina, was a complex legal knot that would take time to untangle. Fearing the bureaucracy and the potential for family friction, he had spent the last five years quietly setting aside a separate investment account in Marina’s name. More importantly, the box contained the deed to a small, secluded cottage by the sea—a property he had purchased in secret and spent months renovating. He had intended to surprise her with the keys and the account details on their upcoming sixteenth anniversary.
“He wanted you to be safe,” Nadine whispered, her voice stripped of its previous malice. “I spent years being bitter, Marina. I convinced myself that he had forgotten his first family, and when I saw the will, I thought I was finally getting justice. But he didn’t leave you with nothing. He gave you the best of what he had left—he gave you a future that I couldn’t touch.”
Marina looked at Nadine, and for the first time, the anger dissipated. She didn’t see a rival or an enemy; she saw another woman who had loved the same complicated man, a woman whose own grief had been twisted into a weapon of resentment. Nadine looked older, smaller, and deeply weary. The “legacy” she had fought to claim was now overshadowed by the evidence of a love she hadn’t understood.
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