At the age of 24, I married a man who was fifty years older than me. Everyone around me thought that I had married him solely for the money. I myself was convinced that after his death, all his property would go to me.

a very wealthy man.

He had a large house, several apartments, a plot of land outside the city, and enough money in his accounts.

He has never hidden the fact that he has considerable wealth.

One day, however, he told me:

“Money does not make a man happy. The most important thing is to be able to do something useful while you still can.

At that time, I didn’t pay much attention to his words.

We lived together for only a year.

And then one morning I woke up and realized that he was gone.

My husband died in his sleep.

His death came as a complete surprise to me.

I was devastated, but somewhere deep inside me, thoughts about the future began to appear.

Now all his property was to go to me.

At least that’s what I thought.

A few days after the funeral, I received a call