He had left everything to her.
The savings. The life insurance. Even the rights to the house we once shared had somehow been structured in her favor during the divorce.
Nothing for the children.
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Nothing for me.
I sat in my car afterward and sobbed so hard I thought I might stop breathing. I had cared for him when no one else would. I had set aside pride and pain. And this was the final reward.
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A week later, a large box arrived at my door.
No return address.
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