After my mother-in-law passed away, I went to the reading of her will—only to find my husband sitting there with his mistress… and a newborn in her arms. They didn’t even look embarrassed. Like they’d been waiting for me to crumble. But when the lawyer opened the envelope and began reading her final words, the room went dead quiet—and my husband’s face drained of color.

Leonard lifted a second document slightly. “Mrs. Sinclair included supporting materials, including an audit, financial records, and email correspondence that document these actions.”

Gavin’s expression darkened immediately. “Those documents are private,” he said, his voice tight.

“They are now part of the trust record,” Leonard replied evenly. “Copies will be provided to the designated trustee.”

Gavin’s eyes locked onto him. “And who exactly is that,” he asked.

Leonard turned his head and looked directly at me.

“You are, Mrs. Sinclair,” he said clearly. “Hannah Sinclair is the appointed trustee.”

For a moment, I could not fully process what I had just heard, because the situation had shifted so completely that it felt unreal.

Melody let out a small, strained laugh. “That does not make any sense,” she said, clearly unsettled.

“It is entirely correct,” Leonard responded calmly.

Gavin stared at me as if I had taken something from him personally. “You do not know how to run that company,” he said, his tone filled with disbelief.

“I do not need to run it myself,” I replied, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. “I only need to decide who will.”