My husband’s new wife came to my door with a greedy smirk. “We’re here for our rightful share of your father’s estate. Move out immediately.”
I smiled as my lawyer walked in behind her.
The morning dew still clung to the roses when I heard the crunch of expensive heels on my garden path. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Only one person would dare wear Louboutins to stomp through my father’s prized garden.
Haley. Her voice dripped with fake sweetness, still playing in the dirt. I kept pruning my father’s white roses—the ones he’d planted for my wedding day.
The wedding that had ended in divorce papers and my ex-husband running off with the woman now standing behind me. “Hello, Maddie. You know why I’m here.”
She moved closer, her shadow falling across the flower bed.
“The reading of the will is tomorrow, and Holden and I think it’s best if we discuss things civilly.”
I finally turned around, wiping my soil-covered hands on my gardening apron. “There’s nothing to discuss. This is my father’s house.”
“His estate,” Haley corrected, her perfectly painted red lips curling into a smirk.
“And since Holden was like a son to Miles for fifteen years, we believe we’re entitled to our fair share.”
The pruning shears in my hand suddenly felt heavier. The same Holden who cheated on his daughter with his secretary. That Holden.
“Ancient history,” Haley waved her manicured hand dismissively. “Miles forgave him. They still played golf every Sunday until…” She paused for dramatic effect.
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