Before my father passed away, there were only three people living in his house: my dad, my older sister Charlotte (35), and me. But to be honest, Charlotte was rarely around. She never seemed to feel like she was truly part of the family. The house was more of a pit stop for her than a real home.
Two weeks ago, my beloved father passed away. 🕊️ We were incredibly close — unlike my sister, who always kept her distance.
Then came the reading of the will.
At the lawyer’s office, we discovered that my father had left the entire house to Charlotte. And me? I received his old wristwatch. ⌚
When I held it, I nearly broke down. It felt like I was holding a piece of him, something irreplaceable. 💔
🚪 The Day My Sister Threw Me Out
For a few days, Charlotte and I lived under the same roof… until one evening, she suddenly said:
👉 “That’s it. Our paths separate here. You need to leave.”
I had just come home from work. My belongings? Already packed and placed outside the door. 💼
Panicked and heartbroken, I called our lawyer, Matthew, and told him what had happened.
But instead of sympathy, I heard something unexpected — he laughed.
“Unbelievable! Everything is happening exactly as your father predicted. Come to my office tomorrow; I have something for you.”
That night, he booked me a room in a cozy little bed & breakfast. The kindness of the host, who even brought me dinner 🍲, almost made me cry. At least someone cared.
📝 The Secret My Father Left Behind
The next morning, exhausted and numb, I went to Matthew’s office. He welcomed me warmly.
“Sit down, Dawn. You’ll need to sit for this.”
He slid a file across the desk.
“Your father was a very smart man. He knew Charlotte would likely throw you out once she had control of the house. That’s why he had me prepare this.”
Seven years earlier, my father had inherited nearly two million dollars 💵 from a distant relative he had cared for.
And he split that fortune between me and Charlotte.
But there was a catch. ⚖️
👉 For Charlotte to claim her share, she had to share the house with me equally. If she refused, she would get nothing.
Then Matthew handed me a letter written by my dad.
💌 The Letter
“Dawn, my dearest,
I know Charlotte. I know what she’ll do. But you are smarter than her — you always have been. The money is in a safe. Use it wisely, my daughter.
I love you more than anything.
— Dad”
🔑 The Hidden Code
There was only one problem: I didn’t know the safe’s code.
Matthew smiled. “The watch, Dawn.”
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