Harold looked at me and said clearly, “Ms. Monroe, the inheritance now belongs to you.” I felt the room spin as the reality settled in, the condo in downtown Indianapolis, the lake house in suburban Indiana, the bank accounts, and a stock portfolio now valued at nearly two and a half million dollars were mine.
Preston dropped to his knees and grabbed my hands, pleading, “We can fix this, we will remarry, I will change, I swear.” I pulled my hands back and said steadily, “You ended our marriage when you laughed as I walked out the door.”
He promised to give me most of the money if I would return to him, but I answered, “I do not want you for any amount of money, I want peace.” The attorney began outlining the paperwork needed to transfer the estate to my name while Preston stormed out threatening to sue.
The court dismissed his challenge within weeks because the will had been properly drafted and witnessed. I resigned from both of my jobs, moved into the spacious condo overlooking the Indianapolis skyline, and for the first time in years slept without anxiety.