me in the chest.
“That’s impossible… I was his wife.”
The lawyer didn’t answer.
Instead, he reached into his briefcase, pulled out a thick white envelope, and placed it on the table.
My name was written across the front.
In William’s handwriting.
I reached for it, but the lawyer suddenly placed his hand over the envelope and stopped me.
“Before you open this, there is something you need to know.”
I stared at him.
The expression on his face had completely changed.
“Months before your husband died, he gave me very specific instructions. I was supposed to tell you first that you had inherited nothing… and only then was I allowed to give you this envelope.”
“Why?”
The lawyer stared at me silently for several seconds.
Then he slowly pushed the envelope toward me.
“Because he wanted to see whether, even after his death, you would do exactly what
