Losing Ethan was devastating, but the true heartbreak came afterward. His family, who had shunned him

for choosing architecture over medicine, suddenly reappeared at his funeral, acting as if they had always

stood by him. The truth was different. Only his grandmother, Margaret, had ever offered unconditional love.

Before her passing, she entrusted me with her most treasured heirloom — her engagement ring

— saying it belonged with me. To us, it symbolized loyalty, love, and everything Ethan valued.

After the service, Ethan’s brother Daniel cornered me with his fiancée, demanding the ring for their wedding.

Soon, his parents joined in, sending angry messages and even threatening legal action, calling it “family property.” But Margaret had

done everything properly. She had legally transferred the ring to me. I could have silenced them with proof, yet I chose not to.

Because my plan had nothing to do with them. One day, when Ethan’s younger cousin Lily turns eighteen, the ring will be hers.

She was the only family member who truly stood by him. Along with a share of Ethan’s life insurance,

it will help her chase her dreams. They may see me as the villain, but I know the truth: Ethan’s legacy will live on through her.