My Husband Skipped His Mother’s Deathbed. Her Last Will Made Him Regret It Forever (3 of 4)

“To Stella, I leave the wedding band she once admired. May it remind her what promises are worth.”

Stella’s lip curled.

“To Courtney,” the lawyer read, “I leave everything. The cottage. My accounts. My investments. My trust.”

The room shattered.

Stella barked, “She was manipulated!”

Travis demanded, “She was out of her mind!”

The lawyer slid forward a psychiatric assessment dated one week before the will was updated. “Helen was lucid. She even recorded a video explaining her decisions. Would you like to see it?”

They did not.

Later, alone, the lawyer gave me one final note.

Forgive no one. Let them beg. Let them kneel. Then walk away.

That night, Travis accused me of theft. I told him I’d be filing for divorce. He laughed until I handed him the signed papers. A week later, Stella tried to guilt me into paying her rent. I blocked her number.