When my mom passed away, she left me her entire fortune—over $400,000. My husband Peter suddenly became the most supportive man alive. But when I refused to let him spend the money, his attitude changed almost overnight. Just three weeks later, he flatly suggested we separate, as if love had vanished with my resistance. I didn’t cry—I realized then that he had never truly loved me, just the idea of my inheritance.
My mother had never approved of Peter, though she never said it outright. She always asked questions that felt more like statements, as if she already knew the answers. I thought she was just being overprotective, but she had seen something I refused to acknowledge. After her death, I finally understood what she had been trying to protect me from. She had seen right through him long before I did.Peter assumed that divorcing me would hand him half of my inheritance. But when I handed him a folder from my mom’s lawyer, everything changed. Her will clearly stated that if I was married at the time of her death, I wouldn’t receive a dime until I was divorced—and no spouse could touch the money. His face turned pale as he realized he had walked right into her carefully laid trap. She had outsmarted him before he ever made his move.
We divorced quickly, quietly, and without a fight. I moved into Mom’s old house, renovated it, and took those solo trips to Italy and Greece I had always dreamed about. Meanwhile, Peter was left with nothing, probably still wondering how it all slipped away. The truth is, my mom saw his true colors long before I did, and she protected me with one final, brilliant move. Thanks to her, I got not just money—but freedom and peace.
