After my mother passed, I expected to inherit her house—what I didn’t expect was the letter she left behind: I had three days to leave my husband or lose the house forever. Living with Mom had been both refuge and burden. While I cared for her, my husband Jason did nothing—lazy, cold, and increasingly cruel. The night before she died, Mom begged me to leave him. “You’re drowning,
pretending you’re swimming,” she said.After her funeral, her lawyer confirmed it: the house was mine only if I filed for divorce. Jason didn’t care—he only wanted the property. That night, he came home smelling like another woman,
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