When Melissa’s mother-in-law coldly ejects her from a family gathering, she assumes it’s another petty act of malice. But then her niece calls, her voice shaky. “You need to come back — with a lawyer.” A frantic cover-up and a tangled web of deception begin to unravel. Now, Melissa must fight to claim what is rightfully hers.
I stood at the entrance of Kara’s massive home, the small gift bag in my hands. A tight knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach.
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In the two years following Mark’s passing, his mother had seldom included me in anything.
Most of the time, it was Mark’s siblings who invited me to family gatherings, even though, technically, I wasn’t really part of their family anymore.
Still, it felt good to be included, and I always made an effort to attend. So, when I got Kara’s invite to her birthday party, I knew I couldn’t miss it.
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“You can do this, Melissa,” I murmured to myself, inhaling deeply. “For Mark. For Eleanor.”
Eleanor. Just thinking about her made my heart ache all over again.
Mark’s grandmother had been my pillar of strength after his death, treating me like the daughter she’d never had. It had only been three months since she passed, yet I still found myself instinctively reaching for the phone to call her whenever something significant—good or bad—happened.
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I pressed the doorbell, forcing what I hoped was a convincing smile. The door creaked open, and there stood Kara, her lips tight in a thin line.
“Melissa. You actually came,” she said, her tone hinting she had hoped the opposite.
“Happy birthday, Kara,” I replied, offering her the gift bag.
Without a word of thanks, she snatched it and turned away. “Everyone’s in the backyard.”
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I trailed behind her through the house, noticing that everything seemed just as it had when I was last here.
Pictures of Mark were scattered around: as a child, as a teenager, as a college graduate — but there was one glaring absence: none of our wedding photos. Kara had always made her feelings about me crystal clear.
The backyard was bustling with family, friends, and relatives.
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Some faces brightened when they spotted me, offering warm hugs, while others watched with barely concealed disapproval.
Emma, Mark’s niece, bounded over with excitement. At 20, she had always felt more like a little sister to Mark than a niece.
“Melissa! I’m so happy you came!” She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, her warmth a sharp contrast to Kara’s coldness.
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“Kara invited me,” I said, still processing the surprise.
Emma raised her eyebrows. “She did? That’s… surprising.”
“Tell me about it.”
The next hour felt like a test of endurance. I did my best to blend in and make small talk, but every time I found a moment of calm, Kara would swoop in with a cutting remark.
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“That outfit is a bit… casual for a family event like this, don’t you think, Melissa?” Kara said loudly, interrupting my conversation with Mark’s uncle.
“Oh, I think it’s lovely,” the uncle’s wife chimed in kindly.
Kara disregarded her comment entirely. “I’m surprised you still show up. Most people would’ve moved on by now.”
I clenched my jaw. “Family means a lot to me, Kara.”
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“Are we really your family, though?” she asked with a cold smile. “Not without Mark.”
The words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I excused myself to grab a drink, feeling Kara’s gaze burning into my back.
By the time the cake was served, my patience was completely drained.
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I had already endured comments about my job (“Still at that tiny marketing firm?”), my appearance (“You look a bit tired, dear”), and even my grief (“It’s been two years, Melissa—when are you going to start dating again?”).
As I poked at my cake, Kara approached once more, this time with a woman I didn’t recognize.
“This is Diane,” Kara said, introducing her. “She’s a colleague of my son’s from law school. They’ve been spending quite a bit of time together.”
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The message was unmistakable. She’d soon have a new daughter-in-law, and I had overstayed my welcome.
Diane gave an awkward smile, clearly caught in the middle of this.
Something inside me broke.
“Enough with the subtle jabs, Kara. Is this why you invited me here, just to start a fight?”
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The room went quiet as all eyes turned toward us. Kara’s face turned a deep shade of red.
“How dare you!” she spat. “You have no right to speak to me like that in my own house!”
“I’m just reacting to everything you’ve been throwing at me all afternoon,” I shot back, standing firm.
Kara snapped.
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“Leave!” she screamed, pointing toward the door. “You’re not welcome here anymore! You never were! Mark is gone, Eleanor is gone, and you have no place in this family!”
The silence was suffocating. People turned away, clearly uncomfortable with the outburst.
I set my plate down slowly, fighting to keep my composure in front of them.
“Goodbye, Kara,” I said softly. “Happy birthday.”
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I walked through the house with my head held high, but once I was inside my car, the tears came pouring out.
I drove home on autopilot, the sting of humiliation gnawing at my chest. As I unlocked my front door, my phone buzzed.
Emma’s name lit up the screen.
“Emma, I really don’t want to talk about what happened,” I said, wiping my eyes.
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“Melissa, you need to listen,” Emma’s voice was frantic, almost out of breath. “I think you need to come back — with a lawyer.”
I froze. “What?”
“She didn’t kick you out for no reason. They’re hiding something from you!”
My heart raced. “What are you talking about?”
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“After you left, I overheard Kara talking to this man in her study. He’s a lawyer, the same one who handled Grandma Eleanor’s estate. Melissa, she left her entire business to you. Not to Aunt Kara.”
I collapsed onto the couch. “What?”
“Kara just found out before the party. That’s why she was so nasty to you. But there’s more.” Emma’s voice dropped to a hush.
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“They’re planning to conceal the inheritance from you,” she went on. “The attorney mentioned something about forging papers. They’re going to take it from you, Melissa!”
My initial shock morphed into determination. “I appreciate it, Emma. I’ll take care of it.”
I ended the call and swiftly called another number. David had represented me since Mark and I tied the knot. He picked up after the second ring.
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“Melissa? Is everything alright?”
I explained the situation as quickly as I could. David’s reaction was immediate and furious.
“Those crooked… I’ll meet you at Kara’s house in twenty minutes. If they’re tampering with inheritance documents, we need to move fast before they file anything.”
Twenty-five minutes later, David and I walked back into Kara’s birthday party.
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Conversations came to a halt as everyone turned their attention to us. Kara, who had been chatting and laughing with a group, stopped mid-laugh and stared.
“Melissa!” she said, quickly regaining her composure and plastering on a forced smile. “What brings you back?”
David moved forward, his normally warm expression now serious. “Ma’am, I’m David, Melissa’s attorney. We need to speak with you and your lawyer right away.”
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Kara’s smile wavered. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.”
“We know everything,” David replied with conviction. “And unless your lawyer admits to your intentions, I’ll be contacting the authorities.”
A slender, anxious-looking man stepped out from the crowd. I vaguely recognized him from Eleanor’s funeral. He shot a quick glance at Kara, who returned his look with a sharp, icy glare.
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“I don’t know what you think you know,” Kara started, but David interrupted her.
“We know that Eleanor left her business to Melissa, not to you,” he declared, his voice cutting through the room. “And we know you’re trying to forge documents to steal that inheritance.”
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
The lawyer shifted nervously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
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David took out his phone. “We can handle this the easy way, or the legal way. It’s up to you.”
The lawyer glanced at Kara, then at the phone, and finally at the gathering crowd of witnesses. His posture sagged.
“It’s true,” he confessed softly. “Mrs. Thompson asked me to… modify some documents concerning her mother’s will.”
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The backyard was filled with stunned whispers and gasps. Kara’s face shifted from red to pale in an instant.
“You fool!” she shrieked at her lawyer. “That business is mine! My mother built it from the ground up! Melissa has no claim to it! She’s not even family!”
“Actually,” David replied with calm authority, “Eleanor had every right to leave her property to anyone she wished. And she chose Melissa.”
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“This isn’t over,” Kara hissed.
“You might want to keep quiet,” David advised. “We have enough evidence to charge you with attempted fraud.”
The fight seemed to leave Kara in an instant. She collapsed into a nearby chair, defeated.
As David spoke quietly with the lawyer about what to do next, Emma appeared at my side, squeezing my hand.
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“I knew Grandma Eleanor would’ve wanted you to have it,” she murmured.
I hugged her tighter, tears welling up in my eyes.
As we walked away from the party, a sense of unexpected lightness washed over me. It wasn’t about the business or the money.
It was the realization that Eleanor had believed in me, that she wanted me to continue her legacy.
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And in that moment, I could have sworn I felt her presence beside me, her hand gently resting on my shoulder, guiding me forward into whatever came next.