“Mr. Miller,” I said with a firm voice, “I want to make some changes to my will.”
For the next two hours, we went over every detail. Mr. Miller took notes as I explained my new decisions.
“I want my son, Ethan, to be removed as the beneficiary of all my assets. In his place, I want to create a charitable foundation for single mothers who adopt children.”
The lawyer raised his eyebrows.
“Are you sure, Mrs. Herrera? That’s a very drastic decision.”
“Completely sure,” I replied. “My son made it very clear at his wedding that I am not his real mother. If that’s the case, then he has no right to inherit anything from a stranger.”
Mr. Miller nodded and continued writing.
“I also want you to prepare an official letter addressed to Ethan informing him of these changes.”
I left the lawyer’s office feeling liberated for the first time in years. I had taken the first step toward reclaiming my dignity, but this was just the beginning. Ethan, Ashley, and Carol had completely underestimated me. They thought I was a helpless little old lady they could trample on. They were about to find out how wrong they were.
That same afternoon, I went to visit one of my properties, a sleek office building in the city center. The manager, Mr. Evans, greeted me with surprise.
“Mrs. Herrera, what an honor to see you here. Is there anything you need?”
I explained that I wanted to see the apartment on the top floor, the penthouse that had been vacant for months.
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