Megan showed up to hear her late husband’s will, expecting closure—not 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—but to his mistress. And that was just the beginning.
The morning sun spilled across the windshield like melted gold, casting soft light on the dashboard, but Megan could barely keep her eyes open.
Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, and every part of her felt heavy. The kind of heavy that doesn’t come from lack of sleep—it comes from loss.
In the back seat, Eli and Noah were wrestling over a crumpled snack wrapper. It crinkled loudly between them as Noah shouted, “It’s mine!” and Eli yelled back, “You had your turn!”
“Stop it! Both of you!” Lily, their sister, tried to keep the peace, her small voice trying to sound like a grown-up’s.
“You’re acting like babies.”
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“Boys, please,” Megan said, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it, a crack just under the surface. “Just… stop for five minutes, okay? Please.”
The car fell into a brief, tense silence.
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.
Two weeks ago, Tom, her husband, the kids’ dad, the one person who used to balance her out, had passed away.
The kids still laughed, argued, and played like always. They didn’t fully understand what had happened.
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But Megan did.
She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever. She had to be their anchor, their shield.
She dropped them off at school. Noah ran ahead. Lily skipped, her ponytail bouncing. But Eli—Eli lingered.
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.
“Hey,” she said gently, stepping out and walking around to him.
She bent down, so they were eye to eye, and placed her hands on his small shoulders.
“We’re gonna be okay.”
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He didn’t say anything. Just looked down.
“We’ll get through whatever comes. I promise.” She ran her fingers through his hair the way Tom used to.
He nodded, slow and unsure, and turned toward the school doors.
Megan got back into the car. The silence now felt louder than the chaos before.
She reached up to flip down the sun visor, hoping to block the sharp sunlight. Something slipped out and fluttered into her lap.
It was a photo—an old Polaroid, edges curled slightly with time. It was her and Tom, laughing on a beach somewhere.
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Their hair messy from the wind, cheeks sun-kissed, arms wrapped around each other like nothing could break them.
Her breath caught.
The tears came fast, too fast to stop. Her body shook as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel.
The grief hit her like a crashing wave, the kind that pulls you under.
Ten minutes passed before she finally sat up, wiped her face with both hands, and whispered, “Be strong.”
Then she started the car and drove to the lawyer’s office.
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The law office was too clean, too quiet. The smell of lemon polish mixed with something faintly metallic—maybe from the filing cabinets or the air conditioning.
Megan stood in the doorway for a second, adjusting her blouse and brushing invisible lint off her skirt.
She wanted to look put together, like someone in control. But her fingers shook just a little as she opened the door.
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.
Her smile was sharp, like it had been practiced in front of a mirror.
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“You must be Megan,” she said. “I’m Jennifer Green, Tom’s attorney.”
Megan blinked. The name meant nothing to her. “You were his lawyer?” she asked, her voice flat with disbelief.
Jennifer nodded and handed her a clipboard. “Yes. I’ll be reading Tom’s final will.”
Megan took the clipboard and signed quickly, her hand tightening around the pen.
“Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got three kids and too many things to handle.”
“Of course,” Jennifer replied smoothly, sitting behind her desk with a little too much ease. That smile again—it didn’t feel warm. It felt smug.
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Jennifer opened the folder in front of her and began reading.
“Thomas Carter’s final will… item one: the family home… item two: vehicle… item three: bank accounts…”
Megan listened, her face blank. This was all expected.
Then—
“And I leave all assets and property to Jennifer Green.”
The words hit like a punch. Megan blinked. “Wait. What did you just say?”
Jennifer looked up, face calm. “Tom left everything to me.”
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“To you?” Megan’s voice cracked. “You’re the lawyer. That doesn’t even make sense!”
“I only follow his instructions,” Jennifer said, folding her hands like she was preparing for a board meeting.
“It was his decision.”
Megan stood up fast, her chair scraping loudly behind her. “No. No, this is wrong. You were sleeping with him, weren’t you?”
Jennifer didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head, like she was bored of pretending. “He loved me.”
Megan’s chest tightened. The office began to blur around the edges.
She stepped back, barely able to breathe. “You’ll regret this,” she said, voice low and shaking.
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Jennifer didn’t answer.
Megan didn’t 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.
Later that afternoon, Megan pulled into the school parking lot, trying to push the morning’s shock to the back of her mind.
Eli and Noah came running, backpacks bouncing, shouting about who won kickball. Lily followed close behind, holding a paper crown she made in class.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Noah asked, climbing into the backseat.
“Can we have pancakes?” Lily added, already buckling in.
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Megan smiled weakly. “We’ll see, honey.” Her voice was steady, but it didn’t feel like hers. She kept the smile on her face, even as her heart felt like it was crumbling.
They were noisy and hungry and full of questions, just like always. And she couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth yet.
When they pulled into the driveway, Megan’s stomach dropped. A man in a dark suit stood waiting on the porch. He held a folder and looked like someone delivering bad news.
“Mrs. Carter?” he asked as she stepped out of the car.
“Yes?”
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“I’m here on behalf of the property owner. I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the home within seven days.”
She stared at him, frozen. “What? No. There must be a mistake. I have three kids!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice was flat. “It’s all legal. The ownership’s been transferred.”
Megan begged. She raised her voice. “Please, this is our home. My kids—”
But the man only shrugged. “There’s nothing I can do.”
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.
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Everything was slipping through her fingers—her marriage, her home, the life she thought she had.
“Mom?” Noah’s voice was small now. He stood a few feet away, holding his backpack. “Are we going to be okay?”
Megan looked at him, her throat tight. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him everything. But no words came.
That night, after the kids were asleep, she walked into the bedroom and opened Tom’s closet. His shirts still hung neatly, still smelled like him.
She started pulling everything down, ready to throw it all away.
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A jacket slipped from her arms and fell to the floor.
Something slid from the pocket and landed near her feet.
A sealed envelope.
She picked it up, staring at her name written in Tom’s handwriting.
With shaking hands, Megan broke the seal on the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper inside.
One glance at the handwriting, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Tom’s. She’d know those messy, uneven letters anywhere.
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Her eyes moved slowly across the page.
Megan,If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.I know I already gave a copy of the will to Jennifer, but I’ve started to doubt her. Something feels off. Just in case… here’s the real version. Give it to a good lawyer. One you trust.You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.I love you. Always.—Tom
Megan covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes burned. For a moment, she just sat there, holding the letter close to her chest.
Inside the envelope was another folded paper—an official-looking document. A second will.
She opened it, reading carefully. Every word felt like a breath of air after being underwater.
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The house. The savings. Everything. Left to her and the kids.
Her shoulders shook. But it wasn’t sadness this time.
It was anger.
Jennifer had lied. She’d tricked everyone. She tried to steal what Tom had left behind for his family.
Megan wiped the tears from her face, but her hands were steady now. Her heart beat strong in her chest.
She wasn’t broken anymore. She was ready.
This wasn’t just about what was taken. With the real will, Jeniffer`s days were numbered.
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It was about what she was going to take back.
Within a week, everything changed.
Megan didn’t 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.
Carol was in her sixties, with gray curls and reading glasses that hung from a chain around her neck.
She listened carefully as Megan told her everything, then nodded and said, “Let’s fix this.”
The court moved faster than Megan had expected. Carol brought the real will, Tom’s letter, and the story
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Megan had lived through. The truth came out like sunlight through clouds. Jennifer was exposed—she had faked the will, lied, and nearly got away with it.
She didn’t.
The court stripped Jennifer of her law license. Charges were filed. Megan didn’t feel joy seeing her fall—just relief. Like something heavy had finally been lifted.
In the end, Megan kept the house. The car. The savings. But more than that, she kept something deeper—her children’s home.
Their place of safety. A piece of the life she and Tom had built together.
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One warm Sunday morning, Megan sat on the front porch. The kids laughed in the yard, chasing each other under the soft breeze.
Her coffee was warm in her hands. The trees swayed gently, sunlight flickering through the leaves.
Life wasn’t perfect. She still missed Tom. That ache hadn’t left. But it didn’t rule her anymore.
“Mom!” Lily called, running up with a bunch of wildflowers. “These are for you!”
Megan smiled and took them. “They’re beautiful, honey. Thank you.”
She looked at the sky, eyes soft, and whispered, “We’re going to be just fine.”
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My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine
When Hannah’s Dad waltzed into her birthday party with her best friend on his arm, she was determined to make him pay. Little did he know Hannah’s plan would unexpectedly turn the tables at her graduation party.
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“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Dad said, but his words barely registered.
The room was full of balloons and banners, but everything started feeling suddenly wrong.
“What’s the fuss?” he asked, noticing people staring.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. Dad had walked into my 25th birthday party with my best friend, Jessica, as his plus one.
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“What is Jess doing with you?” I asked as soon as I recovered from the shock.
“What do you mean?” he chuckled. “We’re together, in love!”
“Are you serious? Mom is here, and everyone is watching us!”
He shrugged. “So what? I don’t care what she or anyone else feels; it’s her problem. This is MY LIFE. I want to have fun.”
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I glanced at Mom, standing alone with tears streaming down her face. She just turned and went inside, and I couldn’t stand that.
“If I knew you would do something like this, I would’ve never invited you!” I snapped, turning to Dad. “And you, Jess, how could you do this? You were my best friend!”
“I’m sorry, Hannah. But it sounds like a YOU problem if you can’t accept this.”
I was shocked.
“Leave!” I said. “Just get out! Both of you!”
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“Hey, Hannah, you’re overreacting,” Dad scoffed. “It’s not like your Mom and I are together, and I brought someone new into our lives.”
“No, I’m not overreacting, Dad, and I don’t want to talk about this. You need to leave. This party is for me and Mom. And this is Mom’s house.”
“Fine, we’ll go.”
I watched as Dad walked out, and then I returned to Mom and hugged her tightly. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d—”
“It’s okay, sweetie. Thank you,” was all she said.
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It was hard for me to believe what had happened, but all I cared about was the faces of the other guests staring at my mom in pity and disbelief. I hated the way they were looking at Mom as if she were some helpless woman.
A week passed.
One Sunday morning, Mom and I sat on the couch in her cozy living room, sipping tea.
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I loved our little sessions where it was just the two of us. Usually, we’d bake one of Grandma’s recipes, but looking at Mom’s face, I knew she was still not over what had happened.
Dad and Mom had divorced only recently, and I know Mom still missed him. So, what happened on my birthday still bothered her.
“I’m really looking forward to graduation next month, Mom,” I said, trying to lift the mood. “It’s a big milestone for me.”
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“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Hannah,” Mom smiled, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve worked so hard for this day.
“It’s just that… seeing Jessica with your father was hard,” she suddenly said, sighing sadly. “She’ll be graduating too, right?”
I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.
“Yes, Mom. It was terrible. But you’re stronger than this. You deserve better.”
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Mom looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s just so hard, Hannah. I never expected this from Jessica. She-she was like a daughter, and now this…imagining them in bed…”
Mom broke down into tears, and I raced to her side to hug her.
“Your dad…” she sniffled. “What did he tell me when he was leaving? You’re too old, Caroline. You don’t excite me anymore. Oh, Hannah, how could he do this?”
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Mom wept into my shoulders, and I can’t tell you how it broke my heart.
“I didn’t either, Mom,” I said, trying my best to console her. “But we won’t let them hurt us anymore. You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together, okay?”
Mom was very disturbed after what happened at my birthday party, and I had a plan to set things right. It’s just that I couldn’t tell Mom about it right then.
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The following Thursday morning, I walked into the cozy café near the university, bustling with students and professionals.
The smell of coffee and chatter filled the air.
I spotted Tom at a corner table and waved.
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I remembered Tom from when I was young. He was one of Dad’s colleagues, always nice and kind. He used to visit us often, but then we moved across town, and those visits stopped. Seeing his familiar face brought back memories.
“Hi, Tom,” I said as I sat down. “It’s good to see you.”
“Wow, Hannah! You’ve grown up!” he chuckled. “It’s good to see you too. How are things?” he asked.
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“Busy, but exciting. Graduation is just around the corner,” I replied.
A week ago, when I contacted Tom on Facebook, I wasn’t very hopeful he would reply. But somehow, his name was the first to pop into my head, and I just gave it a try.
Luckily, he replied.
“By the way, I thought about your idea,” he said as I sipped my coffee. “I’m okay with that. Will your Mom agree?”
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“She will. Thanks. I appreciate all your help,” I said sincerely.
“You’re welcome, Hannah. Your mom deserves better, and so do you,” he replied.
We chatted about various things, recalling some sweet memories of when I was a little girl and Tom used to get me princess dolls. He was just the sweetest man from my childhood, and I had a brilliant plan brewing at the back of my mind.
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I didn’t realize how time flew by and the graduation day arrived.
I stood in Mom’s bedroom, surrounded by elegant dresses and makeup.
Mom held up a beautiful dress, and I nodded approvingly.
“I can’t believe my baby is graduating,” she said, zipping up my dress. “You look stunning, Hannah.”
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“Thanks, Mom. You look amazing, too. Tonight’s going to be special,” I replied, smiling.
Mom had put on a shimmering navy blue dress that hugged her figure gracefully. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore delicate silver jewelry that complemented her look perfectly.
“I hope your dad behaves himself tonight,” she said, wearing her earrings.
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“Don’t worry about him, Mom. Just focus on having a good time. Everything will be fine,” I assured her.
Mom smiled, but I could see the worry in her eyes.
I squeezed her hand. “Really, Mom. Enjoy tonight. You deserve it. I’m so happy for you.”
“I will, sweetie. Thank you,” she said, giving me a warm hug.
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I looked in the mirror, adjusting my dress and makeup. “Now, I gotta leave. See you soon,” I said, grabbing my bag.
“Alright, Hannah. See you there,” Mom replied, giving me a quick kiss.
As I left the house, I took a deep breath. The plan was set, and I felt ready. I knew tonight had to be perfect, not just for me but for Mom, too. This was our night, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
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When I arrived at the graduation hall, I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my cap and gown.
The room buzzed with excitement as graduates and their families filled the seats.
I scanned the crowd and spotted Dad arriving with Jessica. They looked confident, but I knew that would change soon.
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About 15 minutes later, Mom entered the auditorium with Tom. She looked stunning, and Tom looked dapper in a suit.
Seeing them together made me smile. They waved at me, and I waved back.
I could see shock clouding Dad and Jessica’s faces when they saw Mom happy with a guy about five years younger than her!
“Thanks for making it, Tom. Mom, you look gorgeous!” I said, hugging her.
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It was then Dad’s voice cut through.
“Tom? What are you doing here?”
We turned to see him with Jessica behind him.
Tom put an arm around Mom. “Supporting a dear friend and her daughter,” he said.
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“Didn’t you mention he was your colleague? How did this happen?” I heard Jessica whispering to Dad, and I couldn’t help but smile because my plan was successful.
“Well, Mom and Tom have been catching up lately. They realized they have a lot in common,” I said, grinning.
Dad looked flustered. “I see,” he said. “Well, it’s… nice to see you, Tom.”
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Tom smirked slightly. “Nice to see you too, Robert. Life takes interesting turns, doesn’t it?”
As the evening went on, Mom and Tom looked genuinely happy together. They laughed and danced, looking like a perfect couple. Jessica tried to keep up appearances, but her discomfort was evident.
Dad couldn’t hide his frustration either. His eyes kept darting towards Mom and Tom, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
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Before leaving, Mom hugged me tightly. “Thank you for everything, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you too, Mom,” I said, smiling. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
As I watched Mom walk away with Tom, I knew Dad regretted his choices. He realized too late that he had lost the best thing in his life. I also saw he pushed Jess away when she asked him for a dance, and I laughed.
My plan to show Dad that Mom could be happy without him worked perfectly. Mom and Tom fell in love and are now together. I couldn’t be happier for her.
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