My Husband Left Me for My Sister Over an Inheritance—Then Came Back Begging

Because her mother and sister were the center of attention in her family, Kate always felt alienated. Her life took an unexpected turn after the death of her father. After betraying her with her sister in order to receive an inheritance, Kate’s husband was surprised by the new situation and pleaded with her to return him.

I’ve always felt unneeded in my family, and as I grew older, I became increasingly certain of this. My younger sister, Angela, always received more attention from my mother.

I was always told how lovely, intelligent, and lovely Angela was. She was the ideal child, the golden child. In the meantime, I was only a shadow in the distance.

My father, George, was the only one who stood by me, but he was powerless to stop my mother because she always took advantage of situations.

My mother said they couldn’t afford my tuition when it came time for me to attend college because it was too costly and unneeded because I was “stupid” (despite the fact that I received mostly As and a few B’s).

Her remarks deeply wounded me and left me feeling unworthy. I had to get a job, but I was still living with my parents. I put a lot of effort into attempting to figure out my future while balancing a demanding job.

After high school, my parents sent Angela to a fancy university. When I heard this, I literally broke down because I couldn’t understand why we were treated so differently.

“You are to blame for this. You’ve never been as good as me. You need to have put more effort into your studies if you want to attend college, Angela replied.

However, I was aware that our parents would still have sent her to college even if she had received poor grades. Their bias was the focus, not our accomplishments.

My mother stated plainly, “I want you to pay for Angela’s tuition as well.” It’s your responsibility because you’re her older sister and you work. Furthermore, you never purchased groceries or provided us any money.”

I cried for hours that night. My heart felt like it was shattering. My father entered my room with a distressed and dejected expression. He took my hand and sat on the edge of my bed.

“I really apologize. He replied quietly, “I tried to tell your mother that this is unjust to you, but you know her, once she makes a decision, that’s it.

I made the clear decision to stop living with them at that point. I moved out after saving up some cash. Despite being a modest one-bedroom apartment with creaking floors and a leaking faucet, it was my life and space.

Above all, I didn’t have to pay my family a dime for Angela’s tuition, and they weren’t present. I experienced freedom and peace for the first time.

In order to assist me, my father occasionally sent me money. Though it wasn’t much, it had an impact. Then the money stopped coming one day.

I called him, worried and confused, but he didn’t pick up. My mother later wrote to me, saying, “Your father sent you money without my consent. Since you didn’t cover your sister’s tuition, you don’t deserve it. The statements for all the money you owe us will be sent to you.

A large envelope arrived that night. Pages and pages of statements detailing every dime they said I owed them were contained there. The sum was astounding.

Everything, even grocery and electricity bills from when I was still living at home, had been meticulously tallied by my mother. How could somebody be so avaricious? It dawned on me then that there was no limit to my mother’s manipulation and control.

I didn’t inform my parents that I had moved into a new apartment with my fiancé, Tom, whom I had met at work. For a while, I believed I could finally move on from the past since we were happy together.

However, I made the decision to permanently sever my familial ties when we were married. In order to get support, I invited Tom to accompany me. I felt a little more comfortable confronting my parents once he agreed.

Everything was tight when we arrived at my parents’ house. It had been a while since I had visited, and the memories suddenly returned. I seemed to vanish from Tom’s mind when he saw Angela.

He paid close attention to what she had to say and told her how lovely she was. Even though I knew Angela had an impact on all guys, observing this made me feel uneasy.

I walked over to my mom, who was sitting smugly on the couch. I tried to speak steadily as I added, “Mom, I need to talk to you.”

She didn’t even try to be interested as she peered up at me. “Kate, what is it?”

“I got married. I finally have a true family. With a firm voice, I declared, “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

There was a flicker of rage in my mother’s eyes. “This cannot be done to us! “Especially right now!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?” I asked, maintaining a steady glance.

Dad suffered a heart attack. He requires attention. You’ve been so self-centered all your life!” she yelled.

My heart fell. Had a heart attack, Dad? How come you didn’t tell me?

Mother crossed her arms and scoffed. “It is irrelevant. However, you must now tend to him.

I went to see my father practically every day after that. Without even talking to him about it, I witnessed how my mother and Angela spent his money.

“Why don’t you take action on this?” One day I asked him.

He appeared worn out and dejected. “We both realize it’s pointless. He answered, “They won’t stop spending my money.”

I had a twinge of sorrow. Over time, I thought he would improve, but instead he got worse. He had to be admitted to the hospital. I had to pay for the hospital since my mother wouldn’t let me, even though it was his money.

“Stop worrying so much about him. She used to say, “We’ll get the insurance money if he dies.”

How she could speak so icily about her own spouse baffled me. It broke my heart. My phone rang one day as I was on my way to see my father. No one knew the number. When I replied, a composed hospital voice spoke.

The voice said, “Is this Kate?”

I said, “Yes, it is,” with my heart racing.

The voice said, “I’m sorry to tell you, but your father has passed away.”

All around me, I felt the world fall apart. I sped to the side of the road and stopped aside. My cheeks began to well up with tears, and I began to cry uncontrollably. I had an inner emptiness and a profound sadness that words could not describe.

As I sat in my car, I reflected on our many times together, his generosity, and the fact that he was the only one who had ever supported me. I was heartbroken.

I didn’t know how to proceed and felt lost. Then fear began to creep in. What were my sister and mother going to do with everything that remained? I was certain that they would quickly get what they desired.

The death of my father marked the start of a struggle rather than merely a loss. A struggle for what little dad had left for me and to preserve his memory.

However, I got another call from an unidentified number two days later. I responded with some trepidation.

A voice said, “Hello, is this Kate?”

“It is, indeed. “Who’s calling?” I answered.

“This is your father’s attorney, Mr. Johnson. His will is within my control. I have some significant news to share with you.

A beat skipped in my chest. “What is it?” I asked, attempting to remain composed.

“Your father left you $1.5 million,” Mr. Johnson stated.

It was a prank, I was certain. “That isn’t feasible. I answered, “My father didn’t have that much money.”

The attorney clarified, “He opened an account when you were born and kept adding to it over the years.”

“That money would have been wasted long ago by my mother and sister. I insisted, still incredulous, “It’s impossible.”

“They were unaware of it. Nobody did. To make sure you would be cared for, your father kept it a secret. However, we’ll need your father’s and your own documents in order to obtain the money. Could you please deliver them to my office? Mr. Johnson inquired.

As I answered, “I think so,” I was overcome with emotion.

I sat in total disbelief when I had concluded my conversation with the lawyer. Over the years, my father had silently done this for me. My eyes welled up with tears, but they were tears of appreciation.

Tom came over to me that night, looking interested. I wasn’t sure if I should share the fortune with him.

He looked into my eyes and said, “Did your father give you anything?”

I pretended to say “no,” hoping to gauge his response.

He scoffed. “I was aware of it. Your family never thought you were worthy. Living with a poor lady is no longer something I wish to do. I want to divorce you because we have been speaking for a while, Angela.

He signed the divorce papers and gave them to me. I was relieved and angry at the same time. I took the pen and signed them silently. A husband who was willing to abandon me at the first chance was not what I needed.

I had a weird sensation of liberation as I watched him leave. I had had enough of folks who didn’t respect me. I was going to create my own future, carrying on my father’s legacy.

The following day, the lawyer and I visited my parents’ home. At first, my mother didn’t want to let me in, but she had to after seeing the lawyer.

Nothing is here to help you! The house was handed to us by our father. As soon as we entered, Angela yelled.

“Father left me one and a half million dollars,” I calmly responded after taking a long breath. Tom, who was standing close by, became pale, as I saw.

“What? My mother yelled, “That’s not possible!” and waved a piece of paper. This is his will. Everything goes to us, it says.

I removed the document from her grasp and looked it over. Angela’s handwriting, not my father’s, was obviously used to write it. After examining it more closely, the attorney nodded.

I have the sole copy of your father’s will, which he left to me. He held out the fictitious will and remarked, “I have no idea what this is.”

“This is his final testament! And it’s legitimate! Angela’s face was flushed with rage as she screamed.

The attorney didn’t panic. “So it won’t bother you if I take it for confirmation? You are aware that this is a major infraction that has legal penalties, correct?

My mother and Angela’s cheeks went white as they fell silent at these statements. They were aware that they were apprehended. After gathering the necessary paperwork, I turned to leave the residence.

Tom collapsed to his knees in front of me just as I was ready to go. “Pardon me, Kate. I was mistaken. You have my undying love. Shall we try again? With tears in his eyes, he pleaded.

I didn’t feel sorry for him when I stared down at him. I firmly stated, “I don’t need any of you, and I never want to see or hear from you again.”

“Kate! Please! Tom kept pleading, but I ignored him and made my way to the door. Neither he nor anyone else who had harmed me was someone I planned to listen to. I had finished them all.

I felt relieved and liberated as soon as I left the house. A new chapter in my life, one in which I was in charge and surrounded by people who genuinely cared about me, was what I was eager to begin.

As I had always imagined, I launched my own business and relocated to a home by the sea. I felt at ease in this small, comfortable space with a view of the ocean. I had never experienced such freedom and joy as I did when I woke up each morning to the sound of the waves.

I didn’t talk to my family ever again. That was preferable. However, from what I’ve heard, my mother and Angela wasted all of my father’s money in a few of months.

To make ends meet, Tom had to take a second job. Due to their inability to pay for a home, Angela’s twins all stayed with my mother. Every day was a battle, and the environment was chaotic.

I occasionally reflected on how things had worked out. Angela and my mother, who had always mistreated me, were now going through their own struggles. A sense of righteousness washed over me. Everyone received just what they were due.

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