“Oh, I will,” she spat, turning away. “And trust me, Rachel—you won’t win. Everyone will know what kind of person you really are!”

The next morning, I called Todd’s attorney.

“Miss Rachel,” he began, calm and professional, “Todd left you the estate for a reason. He left a letter explaining everything.”

“A letter? When… when did he write it?”

“Three days before he passed. He came to my office to change his will and leave this letter.”

“He knew he was dying?”

“The doctors gave him a week. He wanted to make things right. Would you like me to read the letter?”

“Yes, please.”

After a pause, he began:

“Rachel,

If you’re reading this, I’m gone. I know this is probably a shock, but I want you to understand why I’ve done this. Angela and I had our problems. If the baby she’s carrying is even mine, I doubt it’ll change anything. I don’t trust her, and I don’t want my hard-earned money going to someone who never earned it.

You, on the other hand, gave me 15 years of your life. You raised our kids. You supported me when I didn’t deserve it. This is my way of making it right. I know I can’t fix the past, but I hope this helps you and the kids.

Angela can’t con her way into this one. Everything is legally sound. I’m sorry for everything I put you through.

—Todd”

“Did he…” I struggled for words. “Did he say anything else?”

“He asked me to tell you something. He said, ‘Tell Rachel I should have never let her go. Tell her she was the best thing that ever happened to me.'”

I wasn’t fine. Todd had been a terrible husband, but in the end, he tried to make things right. However, I had a huge problem to deal with… ANGELA.

In court, Angela played her part perfectly, tears streaming down her face, the baby in her arms.

As I prepared for court, I noticed something. The baby didn’t look like Todd or our kids. His curly red hair stood out—Todd and our kids had poker-straight dark hair. Angela also had dark hair.

During a recess, she cornered me in the bathroom.

“You think you’re so clever. Playing the wronged ex-wife.”

“At least I’m not pretending with someone else’s baby.”

Her face went pale. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

I submitted Todd’s letter to the court, and the judge ordered a DNA test. Angela was furious but had no choice.

A few weeks later, the results came in. The baby wasn’t Todd’s.

The courtroom was silent as the judge read the results. Angela’s face went pale, and for the first time, she had nothing to say.

Todd must have known. Maybe that’s why he left everything to me.

In the end, I kept the estate. I sold Todd’s car, putting the money into college funds for the kids, and divided the rest among them, ensuring their future.

As for Angela? She moved on to her next “project.” Todd wasn’t perfect, but he got the last word, giving me and the kids a better future.

Sometimes, karma has a funny way of working things out, right?