{"id":120129,"date":"2025-04-01T14:19:57","date_gmt":"2025-04-01T07:19:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=120129"},"modified":"2025-04-01T14:25:25","modified_gmt":"2025-04-01T07:25:25","slug":"single-mother-of-3-shows-up-for-the-reading-of-her-late-husbands-will-only-to-find-out-the-lawyer-was-his-mistress-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/single-mother-of-3-shows-up-for-the-reading-of-her-late-husbands-will-only-to-find-out-the-lawyer-was-his-mistress-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Single Mother of 3 Shows up for the Reading of Her Late Husband’s Will Only to Find Out the Lawyer Was His Mistress \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, and every part of her felt heavy. The kind of heavy that doesn\u2019t come from lack of sleep\u2014it comes from loss.\n

In the back seat, Eli and Noah were wrestling over a crumpled snack wrapper. It crinkled loudly between them as Noah shouted, \u201cIt\u2019s mine!\u201d and Eli yelled back, \u201cYou had your turn!\u201d\n

\u201cStop it! Both of you!\u201d Lily, their sister, tried to keep the peace, her small voice trying to sound like a grown-up\u2019s.\n

\u201cYou\u2019re acting like babies.\u201d\n

$\"\"$ \n

\u201cBoys, please,\u201d Megan said, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.\n

Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it, a crack just under the surface. \u201cJust\u2026 stop for five minutes, okay? Please.\u201d\n

The car fell into a brief, tense silence.\n

Being a single mom was never easy. Megan had learned to juggle lunches, laundry, late-night fevers, and broken toys. But today, it felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.\n

Two weeks ago, Tom, her husband, the kids\u2019 dad, the one person who used to balance her out, had passed away.\n

The kids still laughed, argued, and played like always. They didn\u2019t fully understand what had happened.\n

$\"\"$ \n

But Megan did.\n

She couldn\u2019t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever. She had to be their anchor, their shield.\n

She dropped them off at school. Noah ran ahead. Lily skipped, her ponytail bouncing. But Eli\u2014Eli lingered.\n

He stepped out of the car slowly, backpack dragging behind him. Megan saw the sadness in his eyes, the weight he was trying to hide.\n

\u201cHey,\u201d she said gently, stepping out and walking around to him.\n

She bent down, so they were eye to eye, and placed her hands on his small shoulders.\n

\u201cWe\u2019re gonna be okay.\u201d\n

$\"\"$ \n

He didn\u2019t say anything. Just looked down.\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll get through whatever comes. I promise.\u201d She ran her fingers through his hair the way Tom used to.\n

He nodded, slow and unsure, and turned toward the school doors.\n

Megan got back into the car. The silence now felt louder than the chaos before.\n

She reached up to flip down the sun visor, hoping to block the sharp sunlight. Something slipped out and fluttered into her lap.\n

It was a photo\u2014an old Polaroid, edges curled slightly with time. It was her and Tom, laughing on a beach somewhere.\n

Their hair messy from the wind, cheeks sun-kissed, arms wrapped around each other like nothing could break them.\n

Her breath caught.\n

The tears came fast, too fast to stop. Her body shook as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel.\n

The grief hit her like a crashing wave, the kind that pulls you under.\n

Ten minutes passed before she finally sat up, wiped her face with both hands, and whispered, \u201cBe strong.\u201d\n

Then she started the car and drove to the lawyer\u2019s office.\n

The law office was too clean, too quiet. The smell of lemon polish mixed with something faintly metallic\u2014maybe from the filing cabinets or the air conditioning.\n

Megan stood in the doorway for a second, adjusting her blouse and brushing invisible lint off her skirt.\n

She wanted to look put together, like someone in control. But her fingers shook just a little as she opened the door.\n

A woman in a navy suit stood to greet her. She was tall and polished, her makeup perfect, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat twist.\n

Her smile was sharp, like it had been practiced in front of a mirror.\n

$\"\"$ \n

\u201cYou must be Megan,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m Jennifer Green, Tom\u2019s attorney.\u201d\n

Megan blinked. The name meant nothing to her. \u201cYou were his lawyer?\u201d she asked, her voice flat with disbelief.\n

Jennifer nodded and handed her a clipboard. \u201cYes. I\u2019ll be reading Tom\u2019s final will.\u201d\n

Megan took the clipboard and signed quickly, her hand tightening around the pen.\n

\u201cLet\u2019s just get this over with. I\u2019ve got three kids and too many things to handle.\u201d\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d Jennifer replied smoothly, sitting behind her desk with a little too much ease. That smile again\u2014it didn\u2019t feel warm. It felt smug.\n

Jennifer opened the folder in front of her and began reading.\n

\u201cThomas Carter\u2019s final will\u2026 item one: the family home\u2026 item two: vehicle\u2026 item three: bank accounts\u2026\u201d\n

Megan listened, her face blank. This was all expected.\n

Then\u2014\n

\u201cAnd I leave all assets and property to Jennifer Green.\u201d\n

The words hit like a punch. Megan blinked. \u201cWait. What did you just say?\u201d\n

Jennifer looked up, face calm. \u201cTom left everything to me.\u201d\n

\u201cTo you?\u201d Megan\u2019s voice cracked. \u201cYou\u2019re the lawyer. That doesn\u2019t even make sense!\u201d\n

\u201cI only follow his instructions,\u201d Jennifer said, folding her hands like she was preparing for a board meeting.\n

\u201cIt was his decision.\u201d\n

Megan stood up fast, her chair scraping loudly behind her. \u201cNo. No, this is wrong. You were sleeping with him, weren\u2019t you?\u201d\n

Jennifer didn\u2019t flinch. She only tilted her head, like she was bored of pretending. \u201cHe loved me.\u201d\n

Megan\u2019s chest tightened. The office began to blur around the edges.\n

She stepped back, barely able to breathe. \u201cYou\u2019ll regret this,\u201d she said, voice low and shaking.\n

$\"\"$ \n

Jennifer didn\u2019t answer.\n

Megan didn\u2019t wait for one. She turned on her heel and walked out, the sound of her heels hitting the floor the only thing keeping her upright.\n

Later that afternoon, Megan pulled into the school parking lot, trying to push the morning\u2019s shock to the back of her mind.\n

Eli and Noah came running, backpacks bouncing, shouting about who won kickball. Lily followed close behind, holding a paper crown she made in class.\n

\u201cMom, what\u2019s for dinner?\u201d Noah asked, climbing into the backseat.\n

\u201cCan we have pancakes?\u201d Lily added, already buckling in.\n

Megan smiled weakly. \u201cWe\u2019ll see, honey.\u201d Her voice was steady, but it didn\u2019t feel like hers. She kept the smile on her face, even as her heart felt like it was crumbling.\n

They were noisy and hungry and full of questions, just like always. And she couldn\u2019t bring herself to tell them the truth yet.\n

When they pulled into the driveway, Megan\u2019s stomach dropped. A man in a dark suit stood waiting on the porch. He held a folder and looked like someone delivering bad news.\n

\u201cMrs. Carter?\u201d he asked as she stepped out of the car.\n

\u201cYes?\u201d\n

\u201cI\u2019m here on behalf of the property owner. I\u2019m afraid you\u2019ll need to vacate the home within seven days.\u201d\n

She stared at him, frozen. \u201cWhat? No. There must be a mistake. I have three kids!\u201d\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said, but his voice was flat. \u201cIt\u2019s all legal. The ownership\u2019s been transferred.\u201d\n

Megan begged. She raised her voice. \u201cPlease, this is our home. My kids\u2014\u201d\n

But the man only shrugged. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing I can do.\u201d\n

Inside, Megan closed the door behind her and slid down to the floor. Her back pressed against the wood, her hands in her lap, useless.\n

$\"\"$ \n

Everything was slipping through her fingers\u2014her marriage, her home, the life she thought she had.\n

\u201cMom?\u201d Noah\u2019s voice was small now. He stood a few feet away, holding his backpack. \u201cAre we going to be okay?\u201d\n

Megan looked at him, her throat tight. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him everything. But no words came.\n

That night, after the kids were asleep, she walked into the bedroom and opened Tom\u2019s closet. His shirts still hung neatly, still smelled like him.\n

She started pulling everything down, ready to throw it all away.\n

A jacket slipped from her arms and fell to the floor.\n

Something slid from the pocket and landed near her feet.\n

A sealed envelope.\n

She picked it up, staring at her name written in Tom\u2019s handwriting.\n

With shaking hands, Megan broke the seal on the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper inside.\n

One glance at the handwriting, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Tom\u2019s. She\u2019d know those messy, uneven letters anywhere.\n

Her eyes moved slowly across the page.\n

Megan,If you\u2019re reading this, it means I\u2019m gone.I know I already gave a copy of the will to Jennifer, but I\u2019ve started to doubt her. Something feels off. Just in case\u2026 here\u2019s the real version. Give it to a good lawyer. One you trust.You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I\u2019m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.I love you. Always.\u2014Tom\n

Megan covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes burned. For a moment, she just sat there, holding the letter close to her chest.\n

Inside the envelope was another folded paper\u2014an official-looking document. A second will.\n

She opened it, reading carefully. Every word felt like a breath of air after being underwater.\n

$\"\"$ \n

The house. The savings. Everything. Left to her and the kids.\n

Her shoulders shook. But it wasn\u2019t sadness this time.\n

It was anger.\n

Jennifer had lied. She\u2019d tricked everyone. She tried to steal what Tom had left behind for his family.\n

Megan wiped the tears from her face, but her hands were steady now. Her heart beat strong in her chest.\n

She wasn\u2019t broken anymore. She was ready.\n

This wasn\u2019t just about what was taken. With the real will, Jeniffer`s days were numbered.\n

It was about what she was going to take back.\n

Within a week, everything changed.\n

Megan didn\u2019t waste a second. The next morning, she called Carol Reynolds, a local attorney known around town for her no-nonsense attitude and sharp sense of justice.\n

Carol was in her sixties, with gray curls and reading glasses that hung from a chain around her neck.\n

She listened carefully as Megan told her everything, then nodded and said, \u201cLet\u2019s fix this.\u201d\n

The court moved faster than Megan had expected. Carol brought the real will, Tom\u2019s letter, and the story\n

Megan had lived through. The truth came out like sunlight through clouds. Jennifer was exposed\u2014she had faked the will, lied, and nearly got away with it.\n

She didn\u2019t.\n

The court stripped Jennifer of her law license. Charges were filed. Megan didn\u2019t feel joy seeing her fall\u2014just relief. Like something heavy had finally been lifted.\n

In the end, Megan kept the house. The car. The savings. But more than that, she kept something deeper\u2014her children\u2019s home.\n

Their place of safety. A piece of the life she and Tom had built together.\n

One warm Sunday morning, Megan sat on the front porch. The kids laughed in the yard, chasing each other under the soft breeze.\n

Her coffee was warm in her hands. The trees swayed gently, sunlight flickering through the leaves.\n

Life wasn\u2019t perfect. She still missed Tom. That ache hadn\u2019t left. But it didn\u2019t rule her anymore.\n

\u201cMom!\u201d Lily called, running up with a bunch of wildflowers. \u201cThese are for you!\u201d\n

Megan smiled and took them. \u201cThey\u2019re beautiful, honey. Thank you.\u201d\n

She looked at the sky, eyes soft, and whispered, \u201cWe\u2019re going to be just fine.\u201d\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Megan showed up to hear her late husband\u2019s will, expecting closure\u2014not betrayal. But when the polished young lawyer read his final words, Megan learned the unthinkable: everything had been left to her. Not to his wife\u2014but to his mistress. And that was just the beginning. The morning sun spilled across the windshield like melted gold,\n","protected":false},"author":11,"featured_media":120132,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"none","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[855],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-120129","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-story"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/AT-THE-READING-OF-MY-HUSBANDS-WILL-I-FOUND-OUT-HE-LEFT-ME.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120129","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120129"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120129\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":120144,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120129\/revisions\/120144"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/120132"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}