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There was a photo underneath.
At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. The image was blurry, taken from a distance. It looked like an office. Two people sitting in front of the same secretary.
I zoomed in.
And my soul collapsed.
It was him. My husband. But the photo was old. Maybe from two years ago. He was in the process of signing papers. And on the other side of the desk was… My father.
My father died a year and a half ago. A sudden heart attack, they said. It had destroyed me. I was his only daughter.
I had inherited everything: his business, his property, his savings. A fortune that I had not asked for and that crushed me.
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