He Married His Mistress… But Left Everything to Me (2 of 3)

Life has a strange way of stitching together broken hearts. I met someone new. It was fast, maybe reckless, but something about him felt safe. When I found out I was pregnant, we didn’t panic—we embraced it. Our daughter arrived, and with her, a kind of joy I’d never known. My past life with Adam felt like a distant memory.

Every now and then, Adam would text. Holidays, birthdays, even the day my daughter was born. I never replied. His final message—angry, accusing, filled with bitterness—was the last I heard from him.

Until the call.

“Are you seated?” the solicitor asked.

Adam was dead. A car accident. And his wife—now his widow—was pregnant.

But the real shock? He had left his entire estate to me.

I thought it was a mistake. We hadn’t spoken in years. He had a wife. A child on the way. Why me?

When the letter arrived, I recognized the handwriting immediately. My heart pounded as I unfolded the page.

His words were haunting.

He admitted he never loved her. Claimed she trapped him—used her pregnancy as leverage. Said she only cared about his money, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave her while she was expecting. But he could make sure she didn’t get what she wanted.

He still saw me, he wrote, as his “true home.”