He had a huge house, several apartments, a piece of land on the outskirts of the city and enough money in his bank accounts.
He never hid the
fact that he had a considerable fortune.
But one day he told me:
— Money doesn’t make a person happy. The most important thing is to be able to do something useful while you still can.
At that moment, I didn’t give much importance to his words.
We only lived together for a year.
And then one morning, I woke up and realized I wasn’t there anymore.
My husband had died in his sleep.
For me, his death was completely unexpected.
I was devastated, but deep down I had already begun to think about the future.
Now his entire fortune would become mine.
Or at least that’s what I believed.
A few days after the funeral, his lawyer called me.
