In it, she revealed that Paul had visited her in secret, urging her to sell the house and warning her not to tell me. Sensing something was wrong, she changed her will and left proof behind. My grief turned into stunned gratitude—she had protected me to the very end.
The next morning, Paul confessed after denying everything. He had lost our savings and chosen deception over honesty. Within weeks, I secured my future, my children, and the house. I planted lavender again, framed her letter, and understood: I didn’t just inherit a home—I inherited strength.
