This document? A mess.
The font changed halfway through. Some sections looked obviously copy-pasted. The signature resembled his, but leaned in the wrong direction. And the notary stamp? Smudged and barely legible. Daniel would’ve never accepted a document so riddled with flaws.
I went to our closet, pulled out the safe, and unlocked it. Inside were all our critical documents — marriage license, property papers, and yes, his real will. My hands trembled as I unfolded it. It was clean, notarized properly, dated two years ago, and left everything — the house, our savings, even his old pickup — to me. There wasn’t a single mention of a child.
Relief poured over me… quickly followed by anger. Emma hadn’t just tried to deceive me — she had forged a document and smeared Daniel’s name in the process.
But one question still haunted me: could there be truth to her claim that Alex was Daniel’s child?
