“Lily,” I asked quietly, “do you really think I disgust you?”
She hesitated—then nodded.
I would disappear.
And she would take nothing with me.
Lily had no idea that while she saw me as a burden, I had quietly built a small fortune. My house alone was worth nearly $600,000. I owned two rental condos worth another $200,000 each. I had over $150,000 in savings. She believed I was just an elderly widow living off Social Security. She never imagined she was living with a woman worth nearly a million dollars.
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The next morning, I called my lawyer, Mr. Daniels, who had handled my affairs for decades. When I told him everything—every insult, every humiliation—he paused before asking, “Are you sure, Margaret? Once this is done, there’s no going back.”
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