They Said It Was Over. Then the Lawyer Showed Up

The Lawyer Who Knew My Middle Name

I’d never met Irene before. But the moment she stepped into my office, she said my full name—middle name included—and dropped a worn-out manila folder on my desk.

“You’re the emergency contact on this,” she said.

I opened it.

Inside was a legal document I’d never seen. A will. With my name all over it.

The thing is—I had no idea who the deceased was.

“What is this?” I asked.

She looked at me like she already knew I wouldn’t remember.

“He said you’d ask that.”

And then she handed me a photograph that made my blood run cold.

He Left Me a Letter… Through His Lawyer

The funeral was over. I’d cried more than I thought I would.

We hadn’t spoken in two years. I thought he hated me. Maybe I hated him too.

But the next day, a lawyer showed up at my door.

“He left you something,” she said.

Not money. Not a house. Just an envelope. Sealed, with my name written in his handwriting.

I stared at it, heart pounding.

The lawyer didn’t push. “He told me to deliver it… only if you showed up to the funeral.”

I hadn’t even planned to go. Something just told me I had to.

Now I was holding a letter that might explain everything—or tear me apart all over again.

But I hadn’t opened it yet.

My Divorce Lawyer Called Me… Two Years Later

I hadn’t heard from anyone at the law firm since my divorce was finalized.

So when my phone lit up with my lawyer’s name, I froze.

“Hey,” she said casually, like we’d spoken last week. “You might want to come in.”

“Why? Everything was settled, wasn’t it?”

“It was. But something just came up. Something your ex didn’t tell you. About the house.”

I laughed, unsure. “What, did he forget a sock?”

She didn’t laugh back.

“No,” she said. “He never told you whose name was really on the deed.”