I looked at him—and for the first time, I truly saw fear.
Not fear of losing money.
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The Letter
I broke the seal.
My father leaned forward, his voice shaking.
“Don’t.”
I unfolded the letter.
The first line hit like a blow to the chest.
“If you are reading this, it means I am gone—and your father can no longer stop the truth.”
A sharp inhale rippled through the room.
The lawyer nodded once. “Please continue.”
My hands trembled as I read.
A stunned gasp echoed through the chapel.
Someone scraped a chair backward. My uncle half-stood, as if he could physically stop the words from existing.
“This is absurd!” he snapped.
But the letter didn’t pause.
“He married into this family under false pretenses, gained access to assets through deception, and used intimidation to silence anyone who questioned him. I have kept copies of everything.”Family games
Behind the letter were documents—organized, labeled, undeniable.
Court filings. Bank records. Identity changes. A private investigator’s signed report.
The attorney didn’t even look at him.
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