My stepdaughter insisted that I transfer all of her late father’s assets to her – I did as she asked, but it didn’t turn out the way she expected

George’s absence haunts their home, his memory wrapped in his shirt that Mariana clutches each night. Yet, it wasn’t his death that shattered her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s demand for his assets. When she finally gave in, a twist emerged, leaving Susan furious and Mariana oddly at peace.

Moving on after losing a loved one is never easy. Sometimes, I still hear my hubby George’s voice in the back of my head. I wake up clutching his favorite shirt, his scent lingering on the fabric. But while I was still grieving his loss, what my stepdaughter did… it completely shattered me…

I’m Mariana, 57 years old, and I was married to the most wonderful man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, 34, from a previous marriage.

Our relationship with Susan used to be fine. She called me “Mom” and filled the void in my heart of not having a child of my own. I didn’t see her as “someone else’s” child. I loved her as my own daughter, you know.

When Susan got married to the man of her choice, George and I were overjoyed. But after that, everything went downhill when George was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Susan’s visits dwindled from weekly to monthly, then stopped altogether. She barely came to see her father, occasionally calling me to ask about his condition.

One day, she asked me something that tore me apart. “How many more days does he have left to live?”

I gripped the phone tightly, my voice trembling. “Susan, your father isn’t some product with an expiry date.”

“I just want to know, Mom. I’m busy, you know that… I can’t be visiting often,” she replied.

“Busy?” I echoed, disbelief coloring my tone. “Too busy to see your dying father?”

She sighed heavily. “Look, I’ll try to visit soon, okay?”

But that “soon” never came.

Then, the day I dreaded finally arrived. The hospital called, informing me that George had passed peacefully.

I was shattered, barely able to stand as the news sunk in. My George, my beloved George, was gone.

To my shock and disappointment, Susan didn’t even attend his funeral. When I called her, she had an excuse ready.

“You know that I just delivered my baby last month, Mom,” she said, her voice oddly detached. “The doctors advised against long travel due to some health issues.”

I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you want to see him one last time?”

“I can’t risk my baby’s health,” she replied curtly. “You understand, right?”

I didn’t, not really, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, sweetie. Take care.”

As I hung up and sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had fundamentally changed between us.

Six months after George’s passing, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. Opening it, I found Susan and her husband Doug, accompanied by a stern-looking man in a suit.

Susan barged in without a greeting. “Mom, we need you to sign some papers.”

I blinked, confused. “What papers?”

Doug thrust a stack of documents at me, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. It’s for transferring all the assets into our names.”

“Excuse me?” I stepped back, my heart racing. “What are you talking about?”

Susan rolled her eyes. “Dad’s assets, Mom. We’re here to claim what’s rightfully ours.”

Their audacity left me speechless. If only George had left a will, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I would have ensured my daughter was taken care of before she even knew there was a problem.

But this? Their tone and audacity irked me. How could they think I’d just stand by and let them walk all over me?

“No,” I said firmly, finding my voice. “I want you to leave my house right now. And don’t you dare come back with such awful demands.”

Susan’s face contorted with anger. “You can’t do this! You’re not even my REAL MOTHER!”

Her words hit me like a bag of bricks. I stumbled back, tears welling in my eyes. “Susan, how can you say that? After all these years?”

“Just stick to your boundaries and pass on my father’s assets to me,” she spat.

I felt my blood pressure rising, my vision blurring with tears and rage. “Get out of my house!” I shouted. “Your father would be heartbroken if he knew what a greedy daughter you’ve become. I’m glad my George didn’t live to see this day.”

Susan launched into a tirade, her words becoming a blur of insults and demands.

“How dare you, Mariana? George was my father, not yours, and you have no right to anything here!” she yelled. “You think you can wiggle your way in here and take what’s ours? Over my dead body!”

That did it. Tears sprang from my eyes. Susan… the daughter my George and I had raised practically stabbed me with her words alone.

But no, I wouldn’t let them break me. Not me. Not Mariana.

“This is my home, and you’re not welcome! Take your greed and get out before I call the cops!” I retorted.

“Do you have any idea what you’re putting us through? You’re nothing but a greedy vulture, circling around for scraps my father left behind!” Susan barked.

“If you had an ounce of decency, you’d leave right now! But clearly, that’s asking too much!” I snapped.

“You think a few harsh words will scare us? Just sign the damn papers, lady!” Doug yelled at me.

I felt cornered by the daughter I’d loved and raised. I was furious and heartbroken.

When they refused to leave, my neighbor, hearing the commotion, rushed over. “You heard her! This isn’t your place, and you’re not welcome. Move it!” he physically escorted Susan and Doug out.

As they left, Susan’s furious voice echoed back. “This isn’t over, Mariana! You’ll regret this!”

I slumped onto the couch, my heart aching. Where had all that love we once shared vanished? How could greed twist my daughter into someone I barely recognized?

With trembling hands, I reached for George’s framed photo on the side table. Tears blurred my vision as I traced his smiling face.

“Oh, George,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I’m lost without you.”

A sob escaped my throat as I clutched the frame to my chest. “Our daughter… our sweet Susan… she’s a stranger to me now. What happened to the little girl who used to call me Mom?”

The silence of the empty house pressed in around me, amplifying my grief. I rocked back and forth, the photo cool against my tear-stained cheeks.

“I miss you so much, honey,” I choked out. “I don’t know how to face this alone.”

Susan’s calls didn’t stop after that. Day and night, my phone buzzed with her angry messages and voicemails. Finally, exhausted and desperate for peace, I decided to give in.

I met with my lawyer, determined to give Susan what she wanted and be done with it. But there was something neither of us knew.

A week later, Susan stormed into my home again, her face red with fury.

“HOW DID YOU DO THIS?” she screamed. “I only get $3,000 and an old car? What about everything else?”

I stared at her, a small smile forming on my face. “What are you talking about?”

Susan waved a paper in my face. “This! This pathetic inheritance you told the lawyer to give me! Where’s everything else?”

I took the paper from her, a small smile dancing on my lips. According to this, George only had $3,000 in his bank account, an old Mustang, and some debts.

“What about the house? The SUV? Dad’s old farmhouse?” Susan snapped.

You see, my lawyer, whom I’d called the other day, arrived and explained the situation. And this is what he said:

“Mrs. Anderson, everything the family owned is in your name. The house, the SUV, the farmhouse, everything. Mr. Anderson transferred it all to you years ago, keeping just three grand in his bank account and his old Mustang. It’s up to you now to decide the fate of these assets.”

Until the lawyer dropped the bomb, I’d assumed George had left me nothing. But no! He had made sure I’d be taken care of after he was gone. Bless his soul.

Susan’s face twisted with rage when I spilled the tea. “You’re lying! This can’t be true!” she hissed.

I looked at her, a strange calm settling over me. “Well, Susan, you wanted your father’s assets. Now you have them.”

“This isn’t fair!” she shrieked. “You tricked me!”

I looked up, a gentle smile plastered on my face. “No, Susan. I gave you exactly what you asked for… what rightfully belonged to your father. And now, I’m keeping what rightfully belongs to me.”

In the days that followed, I made a decision. I sold everything — the house, the SUV, the farmhouse, all of it. I made a decent eight figures, and bought a beautiful villa in a place I’d always dreamed of living, far from everyone.

As I settled into my new home, I received a call from an old friend back in town.

“Mariana,” she said, her voice hushed. “I thought you should know. Susan’s trying to start litigation against you.”

I sighed, unsurprised. “Let me guess, it fell through?”

“Yep. Everything was in your name, after all!”

I thanked her for the information and hung up, feeling a pang of sadness and relief.

Weeks passed, and I started to enjoy my new life. I traveled around the world, tried new hobbies, made new friends. But the peace didn’t last.

One day, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number. When I answered, I heard a man’s voice. “Mrs. Anderson? I’m calling on behalf of Susan. She wants to meet with you.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. “No,” I said firmly. “I’m not interested.”

“But Mrs. Anderson, she insists—”

I cut him off. “Tell Susan she got what she wanted. I have nothing more to say to her.”

As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but wonder why Susan was so desperate to meet now. What more could she possibly want? The fragments of my remaining peace?

I shook my head, pushing the thought away. It didn’t matter. I had a new life now, and I intended to live it to the fullest. After all, isn’t that what George would have wanted?

A Few Hours before Wedding, Groom Puts on Jacket and Finds a Letter from His Mother in Its Pocket — Story of the Day

Today’s story is about a man who found a note from his mother in his jacket pocket a few hours before the wedding and couldn’t stop crying when he read it.

Kale was restless as he lay on his bed. He’d been trying to sleep for an hour, but sleep seemed to have other plans. What are you doing, Kale? The man sighed and buried his face in the pillow, cursing himself. You need to sleep! What will Camilla think if she sees you groggy on your wedding day?

But after nearly an hour, Kale still hadn’t fallen asleep. He finally sat up, took out the family album from his side drawer, and began flipping through the photos, remembering the old days.

Kale received a letter from his mother on his wedding day | Photo: Shutterstock

Kale received a letter from his mother on his wedding day | Photo: Shutterstock

He was just 5 years old when his father David died in a car accident. David ran a small grocery store, and they didn’t make much money back then. The family was already struggling, and his father’s death devastated his mother, Lillian, but she never showed her pain to her son and did her best to raise him.

When he turned 18, she worked several jobs just to send him to college. The store was still there, but it wasn’t enough to provide for his education.

So the elderly lady worked multiple jobs and saved every penny she could, promising herself that she would help her son fulfill his dream of becoming a software engineer. And Kale, like a good son, did not disappoint his mother.

He worked hard and graduated magna cum laude from New York University. He also had several good offers and a handsome package by the end of his senior year of college.

However, by that time, Lilian’s health wasn’t doing well. She didn’t tell her son about it because she didn’t want him to worry. So when Kale returned to his Florida home one day, he was surprised to discover his mother almost lifeless on the bed.

Kale became a successful software engineer | Photo: Unsplash

Kale became a successful software engineer | Photo: Unsplash

He immediately called a doctor, who delivered the sad news to him that Lilian was suffering from Alzheimer’s. It was still in its early stages, but her condition was rapidly deteriorating because she didn’t take care of herself.

Kale was advised to transfer her to an old-age home where she would be cared for, but he didn’t want to do that. He tried to take care of his mother in the same way she had taken care of him and applied for a leave of absence to do so. However, nothing changed. Lilian’s condition worsened to the point where she could no longer recognize her own son.

When Kale saw his mother in that state, he became terrified and decided to move her to a nursing home. However, he didn’t want to leave her alone, so he brought her to New York and found a home for her over there.

Three years passed like that, and Lilian’s condition thankfully did not deteriorate, but she still had those moments when she forgot everything, including Kale.

Kale moved his mother to a nursing home | Photo: Unsplash

Kale moved his mother to a nursing home | Photo: Unsplash

One day, Kale took his girlfriend, Camilla, to see his mother. They had just recently started dating then and when Lilian met Camilla, her eyes welled up. More surprisingly, she recognized Kale that day. But on their next visit, it was the same story again, where Lilian declared she never had a son.

A few years later, Kale and Camilla were already engaged and they went to visit Lilian to invite her to the wedding. But the poor woman didn’t recognize them both and kept asking how they knew her.

Kale ran out of the nursing home in tears. “What do I do, Camilla? Mom doesn’t even recognize us! And the wedding is just two days away!”

“It’s okay, honey,” Camilla consoled him. “I have an idea if you want your mother to attend our wedding.”

Camilla suggested that they’d hold two weddings. One with all the guests because they’d already sent out the invitations, and the other with intimate family members later at the church close to the nursing home, in the hopes that Lilian would at least recognize them then and give her blessing.

Lilian refused to recognize Kale and Camilla | Photo: Pexels

Lilian refused to recognize Kale and Camilla | Photo: Pexels

It was already 4 in the morning and Kale couldn’t stop thinking about his mother. His wedding was just hours away so he closed the photo album, closed his eyes, and managed to force himself to sleep until the sound of the doorbell woke him.

He got up, rubbed his eyes, and slowly walked towards the door. It was seven in the morning and a delivery boy stood outside with a package from his mother’s nursing home. Kale unwrapped the present quickly and discovered a nice suit inside.

Did mom send this to me? Did she finally remember that it is my wedding day? Kale leaped to his feet in delight and dashed over to the mirror to try on the suit. However, as he was putting on the jacket, he noticed a strange bulge in his pocket. He reached into the coat pocket and found a letter inside. “Please open it before your wedding,” it read on the top. Kale recognized his mother’s handwriting and immediately opened the letter and began reading.

Kale discovered a letter in his suit pocket | Photo: Unsplash

Kale discovered a letter in his suit pocket | Photo: Unsplash

“Dear Kale,” it began. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you love, but let me warn you…Moving forward with the idea of marriage is not going to be easy for you. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you before it’s too late.”

“First of all, have a wonderful wedding, son. I came across your wedding invitation today. Thanks for leaving it with the nurse. I really want to see you get married, irrespective of whether I’ll be able to recognize you or not. The nurse here thinks it’s a miracle that I remembered you when I saw the wedding invite. I wish this miracle could last a little longer so that I could remember everything.

“But in any case, please remember that I’m always there with you. Please love your wife and take good care of her. Marriage is a sacred relationship, but it’s not a bed of roses. There’ll be ups and downs, but in a relationship, the heart for understanding each other is the most important.

“Also, keep in mind, son, that you now hold not just a wife and a beloved woman, but the most valuable treasure. So try and help her; she is a fragile woman who may appear strong from the outside, but just like everyone else, even she needs support. And please, don’t quarrel over petty things such as money. Money is not more important than love and relationships.

“Love your wife, try to understand her, and admire her. When she looks at you with love in her eyes, look at her with the same feeling. Every quarrel, like every hurtful word, has the potential to pierce the heart. Don’t let that come in between you two and destroy your family. Do not pursue other women; you have made a decision to pursue her, so don’t look back and be the man of her dreams. I hope you’d be as wonderful a husband as you are a son. With love, Mom.”

Lilian attended Kale's wedding | Photo: Shutterstock

Lilian attended Kale’s wedding | Photo: Shutterstock

Kale’s eyes welled up as he finished reading the letter. He quickly got ready and went to the nursing home to meet his mother. Unfortunately, Lilian didn’t recognize him, but he decided to bring her to the wedding as she’d desired.

He went out and bought her a lovely gown and asked the nurse to get her ready. Lilian arrived at the wedding venue in a wheelchair, completely unaware of her surroundings, but tears welled up in her eyes when she heard her son say, “I do!” Perhaps, just for a moment, she did recognize her son and his future wife.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Love and respect your parents. Kale loved his mother and never left her alone, despite her condition. All of us should try to be like that.
  • Miracles do happen. Lilian had almost forgotten about his son, but she remembered him one day and wrote him a touching letter.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a store clerk who kicks out a poor little boy who wanted to buy a doll for his dying mom.

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