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.

“What does this have to do with his property?”

The notary replied calmly:

“The thing is, your husband donated almost all of his property to the foundation long before you were married.

I couldn’t believe it.

“But the house?” Apartments? Accounts?

“Everything has been

at his disposal,” the lawyer replied.

I felt that everything inside me was turning over.

This meant that my husband decided in advance what would happen to his estate after his death.

And he did it long before he met me.

“Why didn’t he tell me about it?” I whispered.

The lawyer was silent for a moment.

Then he took out another piece of paper.

“He left a personal letter for you.

My hands began to tremble.

I started reading.

My husband wrote that he was aware of the huge age difference between us.

He understood that one day he would leave this world long before me.