My dad’s new wife, Liv, is 26—I’m 32, and he’s 63. When he said he’d changed his will so she’d get everything, she just smirked.
At dinner, I showed up with my lawyer friend Janessa to “ask a few questions.” The room went cold.
It wasn’t about money—it was about Mom’s old house, meant to stay in the family.
A few weeks later, my cousin at Dad’s bank mentioned odd withdrawals. Then Janessa found a condo downtown in Liv’s maiden name, paid in cash. Neighbors said a younger guy visited when Dad was out.
When Dad landed in the hospital, Liv was at a spa retreat. I told him everything.
A week later, he called: “You were right.” She’d taken the money and vanished.
He rewrote his will, set up a scholarship in Mom’s name, and left me the house. Best of all, I got my dad back.
Liv ran off with cash—but karma evened the score.
If love feels suspicious, listen to your gut.
