I went to my husband’s office to return something he forgot, but the building was abandoned. A guard said the company closed years ago. My husband still claimed he was inside. Then my son whispered, “Mom… that’s Dad’s car.” I followed the stairs down and then…
“They left me alone on Thanksgiving, then sent me a bill for $31,000… they forgot that the land under their garage was still mine.”
My husband didn’t know that ten million dollars had just been placed in my name. And before I ever had the chance to tell him, he snapped in frustration, “I can’t keep carrying a jobless person anymore. Get out.” Seconds later, the door slammed behind him.
At my stepsister’s engagement party, my parents humiliated me by the entrance until the hotel manager shouted, “Boss, why are you here?” The music stopped, faces turned pale, and everything flipped.
“My parents kicked me out at sixteen, saying, ‘You’re nothing but a failure.’ 24 years later, they arrived at my grandfather’s funeral in luxury cars, demanding their share of his sixty-million-dollar fortune.
