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.

legs almost bent under me. 

I grabbed the edge of the table.

“But why?” I’m his wife!

The notary looked at the lawyer in silence.

And he said:

“Your husband left an instruction that you obviously didn’t know about…”

I looked at the lawyer, not understanding what was happening.

“What disposition?” I asked.

The lawyer opened the file and took out a copy of the document.

“Your husband founded a special foundation a few years ago.

I frowned.

“A foundation?”

He nodded.

“The Foundation helps nursing homes for the elderly, pays for renovations, medicines, food and the purchase of necessary equipment.

I looked at the notary.

“What does this have to do with his property?”

The notary replied calmly:

“The thing is, your husband donated almost all of his property to the foundation long before you were married.

I couldn’t believe it.

“But the house?” Apartments? Accounts?

“Everything has been