My SIL crashed my brother’s car for his $95M! reading will, she laughed, “Everything is mine now!”

Inheritance and Justice Served

Amidst our shared mourning, my sister-in-law made an unexpected appearance, clad in a flashy pink coat as if her timing was choreographed with the funeral’s end. Surprised and suspicious, I confronted her.

“Why have you chosen this moment to come?”

She responded with a wide grin, loudly proclaiming for all to hear,

“As my husband’s wife, I inherit his $95 million estate along with this house. With no children in the picture, everything belongs to me.”

Her declaration triggered laughter from some of my brother’s colleagues, which seemed puzzling until one of them interjected revealing a shocking truth.

“We’re aware that you’re officially divorced.”

Stunned, I blurted out,

“You were divorced?”

I couldn’t believe that she was no longer legally connected to my brother the day before his sudden collapse. Her face turned cold as she met the eyes of those who revealed the truth, her anger barely contained.

Another lawyer added fuel to the fire.

“I’ve also heard you were ordered to pay alimony because of the affair that led to your divorce.”

Furious, she retorted,

“I’m not obligated to pay alimony anymore. There’s no one left to pay.”

However, she was quickly corrected by a legal expert.

“The right to alimony transfers upon inheritance, so you’ll still owe it to Eliza, the sole inheritor.”

That was the moment it hit me. With their divorce finalized and our parents gone, I was the last remaining family member, the sole inheritor of my brother’s estate. Realizing her position, her demeanor shifted from defiance to dismay as she locked eyes with me, prompting me to take a step back, yet she remained confrontational.

“Don’t I deserve half of the estate now that the divorce is settled?”

A lawyer looking with dismay countered,

“Didn’t Liam provide you with funds upon the finalization of the divorce? I have the receipt certificate.”

Another chimed in,

“He also acquired a house before the marriage, so it isn’t subject to property division.”

Despite the tense atmosphere, she recalled another potential asset with a slight chuckle.

“There’s still the life insurance. I should be the beneficiary.”

Her resilience was notable even as she navigated through this hostile environment. But as she smirked adding,

“I changed the beneficiary of Liam’s life insurance to myself.”

A lawyer promptly disputed her claim,

“Liam was resolute, so it’s likely h”

He made that change upon finalizing the divorce. Later as I sifted through my brother’s belongings, I found a life insurance policy.

However, before I could examine it, my sister-in-law saw it and swiftly snatched the document from my hands. Her impatient eye was evident as she scrutinized the beneficiary, desperate to find her name there.

My sister-in-law’s demeanor quickly changed to one of disappointment as she handed back the certificate to me, her shoulders drooping. It was at that moment I realized I was the beneficiary, rendering her efforts useless.

Frustrated, she openly shared her true feelings.

“I married a lawyer thinking he was wealthy, but all I got was a tiny inheritance and now I have to manage with little amount. It’s a huge mistake.”

The lawyer present hardened his expression in response, recalling that Liam had expressed similar regrets about consulting a marriage counselor, a decision he deeply regretted. Although my brother never shared these feelings with me directly, his reputation for honesty was well recognized among his peers.

Over time, burdened by the need to pay alimony without stable work, my sister-in-law frantically looked for job opportunities. Her lack of dedication resulted in a series of brief employments.

In a desperate attempt to secure a quick fortune, she approached a marriage counseling agency aiming to entice a wealthy individual with promises of a profitable marriage. She exploited his trust, but her plan quickly fell apart when he saw through her deceit and reported her for marriage fraud.

She was arrested, facing the reality of her schemes. Meanwhile, the lawyer from my brother’s firm clarified that no alimony had ever been paid to me. In May, he updated me that with her arrest any chance of receiving alimony was unlikely.

Yet my main concern wasn’t the money; I wanted her to face the repercussions of her actions and suffer the fate she deserved. I was confident my brother would agree, which is why I hoped for a thorough police investigation into her other wrongdoings and for her to be charged and brought to justice.

In these events, my family moved into a spacious house left by my brother, a sharp contrast to our previous cramped apartment. The move thrilled my husband and sons.

Inspired by the events, my eldest son dove into his law studies with renewed zeal, motivated by the work ethic he observed in my brother’s colleagues. He hoped to continue my brother’s legacy and excel in law.

However, my younger son felt a pang of disappointment upon learning I had inherited my brother’s entire estate.

“I wish I had been adopted by Uncle so I could have inherited everything,” he said half jokingly.

Yet his smile hinted at a genuine desire.