“Your Honor,” her lawyer began, “my client is a grieving widow with a newborn child.
The deceased’s ex-wife is trying to rob them of their rightful inheritance.”
As I prepared for court, I started noticing things. The baby in Angela’s arms didn’t look anything like Todd — or our kids. His curly red hair was the first clue.
Todd had poker-straight dark hair, as did all three of our kids. Shockingly enough, Angela had dark hair as well.
During a recess, she cornered me in the bathroom.
“You think you’re so clever,” she hissed. “Playing the wronged ex-wife.”
I met her eyes in the mirror.
“At least I’m not playing pretend with someone else’s baby.”
Her face went white. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
Coincidence? Maybe.
But I had a hunch as I stared at her baby in the stroller.
I submitted Todd’s letter to the court, and the judge ordered a DNA test. Angela was furious, but she had no choice.
“This is harassment!” she screamed in the courtroom. “You’re trying to humiliate me!”
“Miss,” the judge said sternly, “control yourself or I’ll hold you in contempt.”
A few weeks later, the results came in.
The baby wasn’t Todd’s.
The courtroom was silent as the judge read the results. Angela’s face went pale, and for the first time, she had NOTHING to say.
Todd had known. He must have known.
Maybe that’s why he’d left everything to me.
In the end, I kept the estate. I sold Pearl, Todd’s beloved car, and put the money into college funds for the kids. I divided the rest of the estate equally among them, ensuring they’d be secure no matter what.
Katie found me one evening, staring at an old photo of Todd and me from happier days.
“Mom?” she said softly.
“Are you okay?”
I pulled her close. “You know, your dad wasn’t perfect. He made a lot of mistakes.
But in the end, he tried to do the right thing.”
“I miss him sometimes,” she whispered. “Is that weird?”
“No, sweetheart,” I said, kissing her forehead. “That’s not weird at all.”
As for Angela?
Last I heard, she’d moved on to her next “project” to “rebuild credit” with someone new. Todd may not have been perfect… but he’d gotten the last word, and in the process, he’d given me and the kids a chance at a better future.
Sometimes, karma has a funny way of working things out, right?
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Source: amomama
