My husband demanded to know my share of the $50M inheritance. I said my sister got it all. Assigned YT00846
The Hunt for the Inheritance
When he did appear, his questions were insensitive and focused solely on the financial implications of our father’s illness. “Inheritance must be huge, right? Since you and your sister are the only heirs, are you going to split it in half?” he asked casually.
I was speechless and disheartened, unable to respond to my husband’s crude interest in the inheritance. This moment was a stark realization for me, and I felt a profound sense of disgust.
It dawned on me what our relatives had warned about: my husband’s obsession with money was indeed real, and it tainted the way he viewed our family crisis.
When I called my sister to inform her about our father’s critical condition, her response was shockingly indifferent, focused solely on her finances. “More importantly, make sure you pay me every month. I can’t live without that money,” she said before abruptly ending the call.
I was furious at her selfishness, but another concern quickly overshadowed my anger: a faint male voice I recognized in the background of the call, which left me with an uneasy feeling.
About a month later, my father passed away. Heartbreakingly, neither my sister nor my husband was present during his final moments.
Having already managed my mother’s funeral, I knew the immense burden of organizing another funeral. Yet again, I found myself alone in the preparations, as neither my sister attended nor did my husband offer any help.
My husband briefly appeared at the funeral but quickly excused himself, claiming he had urgent work. A relative, the same one who had introduced me to my husband, noticed his early departure and asked: “Where’s Jerry? It’s strange for the host husband to not be here, isn’t it?”
I managed only a weak smile in response, explaining: “He’s busy with work, so he went home”.
The relative sighed at my answer, and I felt like sighing too, overwhelmed by the situation.
Once the funeral was over and I had a moment to myself, my husband approached me with a sleazy grin and asked: “So how much did you inherit? Even if you split it, you must have gotten a considerable amount, right?”
His blunt curiosity about the inheritance was as crass as the warnings I had received from relatives before our marriage. His unabashed greed was apparent, just as they had cautioned.
My sister ended up with $50 million, according to his guess, while he assumed I received a similar share. In truth, I hadn’t even spoken to the lawyer yet.
My husband’s fixation on the money, ignoring the emotional weight of my father’s passing, highlighted a disheartening realization about his priorities.
Still reeling from the funeral, I watched as my husband gleefully discussed the inheritance. Instead of anger, a bitter amusement washed over me when I nonchalantly mentioned that I wouldn’t inherit any property.
His reaction was swift and hard: “What? You can’t inherit anything? I don’t need you anymore! We’re getting a divorce,” he declared.
I was already one step ahead, feeling equally resolved. “Let’s do it. You married me for my father’s money anyway,” I retorted.
I slapped the already prepared divorce papers on the table. He was taken aback, perhaps not fully expecting my readiness, but he signed them nonetheless.
As he left our home, he threw a spiteful remark over his shoulder: “I’ll divorce you, who gets zero, and remarry your sister Marilyn, who gets the $50 million!”
His words didn’t sting; I was too focused on freeing myself from our sham of a marriage. True to his nature, he wasted no time in pursuing Marilyn, starting the process of marrying her the very next day.
A few days later, he called me, still fixated on the money. “Do you still believe that story? When will you handle the inheritance? Hurry up and give Marilyn the $50 million!” he demanded over the phone.
I had anticipated his call. Keeping my tone strictly professional, I invited him: “Let’s discuss this at my place next Sunday. I’m preparing for the procedure and we’ll be waiting”.
Thinking he was about to secure the inheritance, he agreed, ending the call in a jubilant mood.
