At His Funeral, I Gave It All to His Mistress and Their Child
My husband, James Lincoln, disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased.
At the funeral, a woman, Xena Xander, suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically.
The boy, Charlie Lincoln, screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband âDaddy.â
My ten-year-old daughter, Mia Lincoln, charged at him, shouting, âShut up! Thatâs my dad!â
Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved Mia to the ground. She collapsed and passed out on the spot.
âIf youâre looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family canât die out without an heir!â
Xena smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, Charlie spat in my direction and sneered, âYouâre just a worthless tramp nobody cares about.â
I didnât lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. âIf you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But donât come crying to me when you regret it.â
Two weeks later, Xena showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming.
And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life.
But I couldnât have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.