I Married an Older Woman for Money and a Place to Stay – After Her Funeral, Her Lawyer Handed Me a Box and Said, ‘This Is What You Really Wanted’
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The next morning, I sat across from Mr. Carson, Evie’s lawyer, downtown.
“The house goes to Claire,” he said.
I sat forward. “That’s not possible.”
“It is, Damon. It’s stated in her will.”
“I was her husband.”
“The house goes to Claire.”
“And you signed an agreement before the marriage.”
“What about her savings?”
“Her liquid assets go to the church’s community charity.”
My throat tightened. “She left me nothing?”
Mr. Carson adjusted his glasses. “She left you one personal item.”
“A check?”
“A shoebox.”
“She left me nothing?”
He placed an old cardboard box on the desk. My name sat across the lid in Evie’s careful handwriting.
I stared at it. “This is all?”
“This is what she asked me to give you.”
“What is it?”
Mr. Carson didn’t look away. “She said this is what you really wanted.”
My fingers felt stiff as I lifted the lid.
The first thing inside was a folded sheet of printed paper. I opened it and saw the words from my text to Jesse:
“All good. Once she’s gone, I’m set.”
“She said this is what you really wanted.”
The office went silent around me.
“Where did she get this?” I asked.
