At His Funeral, I Gave It All to His Mistress and Their Child
My husband disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased. At the funeral, a woman suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically. The boy screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband "Daddy." My ten-year-old daughter charged at him, shouting, "Shut up! That's my dad!" Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved my daughter to the ground. "If you're looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family can't die out without an heir!" The woman smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, the boy spat in my direction and sneered, "You're just a worthless tramp nobody cares about." I didn't lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. "If you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But don't come crying to me when you regret it." Two weeks later, the woman showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming. And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life. But I couldn't have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.