When my husband left me for a younger woman, he said she made him “feel alive again.” He walked away from our marriage and our two children without looking back.
Five years later, he called. He was dying of cancer. The woman he left us for was gone. Despite the betrayal, I helped him through chemo and his final days—not for love, but for my children and my own peace.
After he passed, I learned he left everything to her. No savings. No insurance. Nothing for his kids.
A week later, a box arrived. Inside were house deeds—purchased in my name by my former mother-in-law. She had quietly secured a home for us before he died, saying, “I will not fail as a grandmother.”
My husband chose selfishness.
His mother chose integrity.
And because of her, my children and I finally have a home no one can take away. ❤️
