When Mercy General called, I knew before the doctor even finished.
“We did everything we could… I’m sorry.”
The days that followed blurred into flowers, black clothing, and grief so heavy it felt like drowning.
At the funeral, Eleanor sat stiffly on the opposite pew, unreadable. After the service, she approached with a face that had never once softened for me.
“This is your fault,” she whispered, voice sharp. “If he hadn’t kept running to you, he’d still be alive.”
I didn’t answer. My heart was already hollow. There was no room left for her bitterness.
Then She Did the Unthinkable
Two days after the funeral, I took the kids out to distract them—a quiet park picnic, just the three of us.
When we returned, our world was on the lawn.
Trash bags spilled over the grass. Toys, clothes, books—Ava’s pink blanket tangled in the bushes.
She cried. Noah stood still, stunned. The house key no longer fit.
“You’re not welcome here. This house is mine. Take your brats and go.”
“This is our home,” I said, my voice shaking.
“It was my son’s. Unless you’ve got a lawyer in your diaper bag, good luck.”
She slammed the door.
That night, I turned the back seat of our car into a “camping trip.” Ava cried herself to sleep. Noah whispered:
“Dad wouldn’t let this happen.”
“And I won’t either,” I said, holding him close.
But Jason Had Already Protected Us
“She did what?” David nearly shouted. “Come in. Now.”
It turns out, six months before the accident, Jason had updated his will. He’d left everything to me and the kids—our home, his savings, all of it.
But one clause was unforgettable:
“Eleanor Dawson is to receive $200,000—unless she attempts to evict or interfere with my wife and children. If she does, the full amount transfers to Mira and the kids.”
David looked at me and smiled.
“She just lost everything.”
We went straight to court. Eleanor showed up smug, spinning her actions as “preserving Jason’s legacy.”
The judge didn’t flinch.
“You had no legal right to evict or change the locks,” he said. “Vacate the property by 5 p.m. today.”
Outside the courthouse, she hissed,
“This isn’t over.”
David leaned in:
“Actually, it is. She doesn’t know she just forfeited the inheritance.”
