At the age of 24, I married a man who was fifty years older than me. Everyone around me thought that I had married him solely for the money. I myself was convinced that after his death, all his property would go to me.

I was devastated, but somewhere deep inside me, thoughts about the future began to appear.

Now all his property was to go to me.

At least that’s what I thought.

A few days after the funeral, I received a call 
from his lawyer.

“We have to meet at the notary’s,” he said.

I immediately understood that it was about relegation.

All the way I thought about the house, the apartments, and the money that I thought now belonged to me.

When I walked into the notary’s office, my husband’s lawyer was already there.

The notary opened the file with the documents and silently reviewed them for a few seconds.

Then he looked at me.

“Are you sure you want to know what’s in the will?”

This question even surprised me.

“Of course.

The notary sighed heavily.

Then he placed a few documents in front of me.
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