The lawyer remained silent for a moment.
“Madam, according to the law, everything was done correctly. Your husband had every right to decide what to do with his property.”
I couldn’t believe it.
I had imagined myself living comfortably for the rest of my life. Instead, I was standing in a notary’s
office, discovering that the fortune I had counted on was no longer mine.
I left without signing anything.
For several days, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about my husband’s decision and wondering why he had done this to me.
Had he never trusted me?
Had he suspected that I had married him for his money?
Then, one evening, while going through his belongings, I found a small key inside an old envelope.
There was a note beside it.
“Whenever you are ready to understand the truth, open the drawer
in my study.”
My heart began to beat faster.
