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I was still wearing my black funeral dress when Jason decided to show up. He did not bother to knock because he used the key he had refused to return months ago.
He walked into my parents’ house as if he still owned the place with a wrinkled shirt and cold eyes. Behind him stood Megan, the woman he had left me for, leaning against the porch railing with her arms crossed.
I looked down and realized the documents gave him full access to my inheritance accounts. They also gave him permission to sell the rental property that my father had worked twenty years to pay off.
I looked him in the eye and said quietly, “No, I will not sign anything.” His face changed instantly as his anger began to boil over.
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