When Melissa’s stepmother coldly expels her from a family celebration, she thinks it’s another act of malice—until her niece calls her, her voice shaking. “You need to come back—with a lawyer.” A desperate cover-up and a web of lies unravel. Now Melissa must fight for what is rightfully hers.
I stood in front of Kara’s sprawling house, my fingers clutching the small gift bag I’d brought. The knot in my stomach tightened.
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In the two years since Mark’s death, his mother had rarely involved me in anything.
Mark’s siblings usually invited me to family events, even though, strictly speaking, I was no longer part of their family.
But it was nice to be included, and I always made the effort to go. When I received Kara’s invitation to her birthday party, I knew I had to attend.
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“You can do this, Melissa,” I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath. “For Mark. For Eleanor.”
Eleanor. The thought of her made my heart ache again.
Mark’s grandmother had been my rock after his death, treating me like the daughter she never had. She’d only been gone three months, and I still found myself reaching for the phone to call her whenever something good or bad happened.
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I rang the doorbell, putting on what I hoped was a convincing smile. The door opened and Kara was standing there, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Melissa. You did it.” Her tone suggested she had hoped otherwise.
“Happy birthday, Kara,” I said, handing her the gift bag.
She took it without a thank you and turned away. “Everyone is in the garden.”
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I followed her into the house, noticing how little had changed since my last visit.
There were pictures of Mark everywhere: as a child, as a teenager, after college—but notably, none from our wedding. Kara had always made it clear how she felt about me.
The garden was filled with family, friends and loved ones.
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Some faces lit up when they saw me, hugging me. Others looked at me with barely disguised disapproval.
Emma, Mark’s niece, rushed over to me. At 20, she had always been more of a little sister than a niece to Mark.
“Melissa! I’m so glad you came!” She hugged me tightly, her warmth a stark contrast to Kara’s coldness.
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“Kara invited me,” I said, still a little taken aback by the fact.
Emma’s eyebrows raised. “She did it? That’s… unexpected.”
“Yeah.”
The next hour was an exercise in patience. I tried to blend in and make conversation, but every time I found a moment of peace, Kara would arrive with a cutting comment.
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“This outfit is rather… casual for a family gathering like this, isn’t it, Melissa?” she says aloud as I chat with Mark’s uncle.
“Oh, I think it’s charming,” said the uncle’s wife kindly.
Kara ignored her. “I’m surprised you still come to this kind of thing. Most people would have already moved on.”
I bit my tongue. “Family is important to me, Kara.”
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“But are we really your family?” she asked with a cold smile. “Without Mark?”
The words stung more than I cared to admit. I excused myself to get a drink, feeling Kara’s eyes boring into my back.
By the time the cake was served, my patience was running out.
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I’d endured comments about my job (“Still at that little marketing firm?”), my appearance (“You look tired, dear”), and even my heartbreak (“It’s been two years, Melissa, when are you going to start dating again?”).
I was digging into my cake when Kara approached again, this time with a woman I didn’t recognize.
“This is Diane,” Kara said. “She’s a colleague of my son’s at law school. They spent a lot of time together.”
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The implication was clear. She would soon have a new daughter-in-law, and I had overstayed my welcome.
Diane smiled uncomfortably, obviously feeling drawn into this.
Something inside me broke.
“Enough with the veiled attacks, Kara. Is that why you invited me here, so you could argue with me?”
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The crowd around us fell silent. Kara’s face began to redden.
“How dare you?” she hissed. “You have no right to speak to me like that in my own house!”
“I’m just responding to what you’ve been throwing at me all afternoon,” I replied, sticking to my guns.
Kara exploded.
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“Get out!” she shouted, pointing at the house. “You’re not welcome here anymore! You never were! Mark’s gone, Eleanor’s gone, and you don’t belong in this family!”
The silence was deafening. Faces turned away, embarrassed by the scene.
I carefully put my plate down, determined not to cry in front of these people.
“Goodbye, Kara,” I said quietly. “Happy birthday.”
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I walked through the house with my head held high, but once I got into my car, the tears came.
I drove home on autopilot, humiliation burning in my chest. As I unlocked my front door, my phone rang.
Emma’s name appeared on the screen.
“Emma, I really don’t want to talk about what happened,” I began, wiping my eyes.
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“Melissa, listen to me,” Emma’s voice was urgent, breathless. “I think you need to come back here. With a lawyer.”
I froze. “What?”
“She didn’t kick you out for no reason. They’re hiding something from you!”
My heart started racing. “What are you talking about?”
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“After you left, I heard Kara talking to that man in her office. He’s a lawyer, the same one who handled Grandma Eleanor’s estate. Melissa, she left her business to you. The whole thing. Not to Aunt Kara.”
I sank into my couch. “What?”
“Kara found out before the party. That’s why she was so horrible to you. But there’s more.” Emma’s voice dropped to a whisper.
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“They intend to hide the inheritance from you,” she continues. “The lawyer mentioned fabricating documents. They’re going to steal it from you, Melissa!”
My shock quickly turned to resolve. “Thanks, Emma. I’ll take care of it.”
I hung up and immediately dialed another number. David had been my lawyer since Mark and I got married. He answered on the second ring.
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“Melissa? Is everything okay?”
I explained the situation as quickly as possible. David’s response was immediate and full of anger.
“Those scammers… I’ll meet you at Kara’s in twenty minutes. If they’re trying to forge inheritance documents, we need to act fast before they file anything.”
Twenty-five minutes later, David and I walked into Kara’s birthday party.
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Conversations stopped mid-sentence when people noticed us. Kara, who was laughing with a group of guests, turned around and froze.
“Melissa!” she quickly corrected herself, a fake smile spreading across her face. “What are you doing here?”
David stepped forward, his usually friendly face stern. “Ma’am, I’m Melissa’s attorney, David. We need to speak with you and your attorney immediately.”
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Kara’s smile faltered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We know everything,” David said firmly. “And unless your lawyer confesses what you’re up to, I’m going to call the authorities.”
A thin, nervous-looking man stepped forward from the crowd. I vaguely recognized him from Eleanor’s funeral. He glanced at Kara, who stared at him.
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“I don’t know what you think you know,” Kara began, but David cut her off.
“We know Eleanor left her business to Melissa, not you,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “And we know you plan to forge documents to steal that inheritance.”
Murmurs spread through the party.
The lawyer shifted uncomfortably, sweat beading on his forehead.
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David took out his phone. “We can do this the easy way, or the legal way. The choice is yours.”
The lawyer looked at Kara, then at the phone, then at the crowd of witnesses. His shoulders slumped.
“That’s true,” he admitted quietly. “Mrs. Thompson asked me… to adjust some papers regarding her mother’s will.”
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The backyard erupted in shocked murmurs and gasps. Kara’s face went from red to white.
“You idiot!” she yells at her lawyer. “This company belongs to me! My mother built it from scratch! Melissa has no rights to it! She’s not even blood relative!”
“Actually,” David said calmly, “Eleanor had every legal right to leave her property to whomever she wanted. And she chose Melissa.”
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“It’s not over,” Kara fumes.
“Maybe you should stop talking,” David advised him. “We have enough evidence to file a fraud charge.”
Kara seemed to have been drained of energy all at once. She sank into a nearby chair, defeated.
As David quietly spoke with the lawyer about next steps, Emma appeared at my side, squeezing my hand.
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“I knew Grandma Eleanor would have wanted you to have it,” she whispered.
I answered him with tears in my eyes.
As I left the party, I felt a strange sense of lightness. It wasn’t about the company or the money.
It was knowing that Eleanor had believed in me and wanted me to carry on her legacy.
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And at that moment, I could have sworn I felt his presence beside me, his hand on my shoulder, guiding me into the future, whatever it may be.
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