He threw me out on the street after inheriting 75 million, believing I was a burden. But when the lawyer read the final clause, his triumphant smile turned into a face of panic.

—“…If Curtis has left Vanessa, evicted her from the marital home, or initiated divorce proceedings before this reading, it proves my fears were well-founded. In that case, Curtis’s inheritance will be reduced to a trust fund of $2,000 per month, strictly for basic living expenses, with no access to the principal.”

A deathly silence fell over the room.

“That’s illegal!” Curtis shrieked, jumping to his feet. “I’m his son! He can’t do this to me!”

“Wait, Mr. Curtis,” Sterling interrupted, raising a hand. “I haven’t yet read where the rest of the money goes if that condition is triggered.”

Sterling turned toward me. This time, he offered a slight, warm smile.

—“In the event that my son has revealed his true nature and discarded his wife, all assets, including the mansion, investments, and $75 million, will become the absolute and irrevocable property of the only person who has proven worthy of them: Mrs. Vanessa.”

The ground vanished beneath me—this time not from fear, but shock. My hands trembled on the table.

Curtis froze like a statue. Slowly, he turned his head toward me, eyes wide, like I was a ghost.

“What…?” he whispered. “All… for her?”