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As I stood on the manicured lawn of Christian’s sprawling estate, memories flooded back, mingling with the present spectacle of balloons and laughter. It was surreal, stepping into a world I had once been part of, yet now felt so foreign. The triplets clung to me, their wide eyes taking in the extravagant scene but… CONTINUE READING »
Christian’s gaze met mine across the crowded yard. For a moment, I saw the shock register on his face, quickly masked by a polite smile, the kind he reserved for business negotiations. Vanessa, impeccably dressed for the occasion, glanced between Christian and me, her confusion giving way to a flicker of realization as her eyes… CONTINUE READING »
“Leah,” Christian finally spoke, his voice barely rising above the ambient noise. His eyes betrayed a mixture of surprise and something akin to regret. “I didn’t know…” I offered a tight smile, cutting him off. “It wasn’t your business to know back then, Christian. But today, it is. Meet James, Liam, and Sophie.” Vanessa joined… CONTINUE READING »
I nodded, focusing on keeping my emotions in check. “They’re here to meet their sister. I thought it was important, no matter the circumstances.” Christian, momentarily at a loss for words, knelt down to greet the children. His gaze softened as he took in their inquisitive faces. “Hello,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’m… I’m… CONTINUE READING »
Vanessa shifted on her heels, clearly trying to navigate this unanticipated turn of events. “Why didn’t you tell him?” she asked, not unkindly. I turned my attention to her, acknowledging the sincerity behind the question. “It was a different time, Vanessa. Christian made his choices, and I made mine. I wanted to protect them, to… CONTINUE READING »
…but I knew my father too well. He had always been meticulous, thinking ahead and planning for every possible scenario. He had foreseen this particular situation, knowing Carla’s temperament and her potential for such an act. This was his final safeguard, ensuring that I would not be left without a home, without a connection to… CONTINUE READING »
I spent those initial weeks after the funeral in a whirlwind of emotions. The betrayal stung deeply, overshadowing the grief from my father’s passing. The home I was barred from wasn’t just a physical space; it was a repository of cherished memories, laughter, and love. It was a testament to who my father was and… CONTINUE READING »
Upon receiving the legal notice, Carla’s fury was palpable. She and her lawyer tried to contest the trust, asserting that my father’s mental state had been compromised during his final months. They painted a picture of confusion and vulnerability, hoping to sway the court in her favor. But their narrative had holes, and Mr. Abernathy… CONTINUE READING »
During the legal proceedings, I learned things about my father that further solidified my respect for him. His colleagues and friends came forward, recounting how he had meticulously planned his affairs. He had also written letters for me, stored with Mr. Abernathy, each one a piece of his heart and wisdom, guiding me through the… CONTINUE READING »