Too much had happened today.
By the time I was sitting in the hospital waiting for my test results, I’d finally calmed down enough to think clearly.
What now? What was next?
I was in my sixties. My health was holding steady. If I took care of myself, I wasn’t dying anytime soon.
But still the thought hit me hard.
I’d worked myself to the bone for most of my life, yet I had nothing to my name. No real job outside the house. No retirement savings. No safety net.
Except…
This family’s money? At the very least, half of it should be mine.
And Jack’s house?
Yeah. That title was in my name.
Back when they bought it, both Sebastian and Jack were too busy to handle the paperwork, so they dumped it on me. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. It was Jack’s home. It made sense to put it under his name.
But my niece, Stella, stopped me.
She warned me Jack might not treat Gigi right. If they ever got divorced, the house could get split with her. Stella suggested I keep it in my name for now and pass it to my future grandchild instead.
It made sense. So I did it.
Jack never questioned it. He always assumed everything was his by default. He never even noticed whose name was on the deed.
Now? Looking at how things turned out?
I was beyond grateful. By sheer luck, I still had control over those assets.
After mentally sorting through everything money, property, debts–I picked up my phone and called Stella.
