I was married to the love of my life, George, for 25 years. We had a beautiful relationship, and I loved his daughter, Susan, from his previous marriage like my own. She would often call me “Mom,” and I thought we had a strong bond. But everything changed when George fell ill.
Susan’s visits became less frequent, and she would often call me to ask about her father’s condition. I was hurt by her distance, but I understood that everyone deals with grief differently. When George passed away, I was devastated, and Susan’s absence at his funeral hurt me deeply. She claimed she couldn’t travel due to health issues after giving birth, but I couldn’t help feeling that she was abandoning her father in his time of need.
Six months later, Susan showed up at my doorstep with her husband and a lawyer. She demanded that I transfer all of George’s assets to her name. I was shocked and hurt by her audacity. How could she think I’d just hand over everything? I refused, and we had a huge argument. She called me names and said I had no right to anything. I stood my ground, and eventually, they left.
But Susan’s calls and messages didn’t stop. She kept demanding that I give her George’s assets. I was exhausted and desperate for peace, so I decided to give in. I met with my lawyer and told him to give Susan what she wanted. But what I didn’t know was that George had transferred all his assets to me years ago. When Susan found out, she was furious. She stormed into my home, screaming and yelling, but I just smiled. I had given her exactly what she asked for – what rightfully belonged to her father. And I was keeping what rightfully belonged to me.
In the end, I sold everything and moved to a new place, starting a new life. I was finally at peace, free from Susan’s greed and drama. When she tried to start litigation against me, it fell through because everything was in my name. I was relieved and happy to have closed that chapter of my life.
Now, I live in a beautiful villa, surrounded by nature, and I’m grateful for the life George built for me. I’m moving on, and I’m happy. Susan may have lost her father, but I’ve lost a daughter – the one I thought I knew. I’ll always cherish the memories of the daughter I once knew, but I’m done with the greedy person she’s become.
