Russell’s Final Gift
While I read the letter, the attorney opened Russell’s will.
The room grew increasingly tense.
Page after page revealed how carefully Russell had planned everything.
Then came the announcement.
The house belonged to me.
The estate belonged to me.
The controlling interest in the company belonged to me.
Marlene shot to her feet.
“This is ridiculous!” she shouted. “She manipulated him!”
For the first time, I didn’t back down.
“Maybe I accepted his proposal because I was struggling,” I said. “But I would have stayed even if he’d lost everything.”
Marlene laughed bitterly.
“Sure.”
I unfolded Russell’s letter.
Then I read one section aloud.
