Ethan shot to his feet.
“That’s impossible! There must be a mistake!”
But Michael calmly opened the envelope and continued reading.
Emily had left everything to me—her home, her savings, her car, every dollar she had earned.
And more.
A private fund she had created months earlier. Enough for a fresh start. Enough to escape.
“This is ridiculous!” Ethan shouted. “I’m her husband! That all belongs to me!”
Michael raised a hand.
“Mrs. Carter also submitted documented evidence of domestic abuse. This includes recordings, written statements, and medical reports. The will was signed six months ago under full legal capacity.”
The air seemed to disappear from the room.
Someone whispered, “Oh my God.”
