My Late Father’s Will Hinged on Five Years of Marriage, but My Husband’s Secret Could Ruin Everything

When the lawyer opened the will, I felt the air in the room shift. My chest tightened, as if invisible hands were squeezing the breath out of me. Rain tapped persistently against the window, a dull rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

My father had always been a man of principles, a man who built his wealth with sharp business acumen and unshakable discipline. But now, even in death, he was pulling the strings.

“To my children, Jen and Henry,” the lawyer read, his monotone voice dragging over every syllable, “on the condition that both remain married for the next five years. Any divorce during this period will forfeit one party’s share, leaving the full estate to the other.”

I stiffened. I knew my father valued stability, but this? This was a game—a twisted test disguised as a legacy.

I glanced at Henry. He leaned back in his chair, smug satisfaction written all over his face. His fingers tapped lazily against the armrest, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Sarah, his wife, sat beside him, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. They looked unbothered. Confident. Like they had already won.

Then I turned to my husband, Ted.

He sat rigid, eyes locked on some distant point beyond the lawyer’s desk. His jaw clenched. His hands, normally steady, were trembling slightly. If guilt had a face, it would look just like his.

The affair I had discovered months ago flashed through my mind. The late nights. The sudden, hushed phone calls. The scent of perfume that wasn’t mine.

I had planned to leave him. I was done.

But now? Now, if I walked away, Henry would win.

After the meeting, Henry caught up with me in the hallway. His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate.

“Well, sis,” he drawled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Looks like Dad wanted us to play nice. Not that I mind. Sarah and I are rock solid. But you…” He let the words hang in the air like bait.

I met his gaze, masking my fury with forced indifference.

“Think you’ve got what it takes to keep it together?” he asked, his smirk widening.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “Don’t you have someone else to gloat to, Henry?”

He chuckled, tipping an imaginary hat. “Touché. But seriously, good luck. You’ll need it.”

I bit my tongue as he walked away, his laughter trailing behind him.


The next few weeks felt like walking through a minefield. Ted and I barely spoke, our marriage now a business contract rather than a relationship.

“Dinner’s on the stove,” I muttered one evening.

“Thanks,” he replied, not looking up from his phone.

We were nothing more than two strangers trapped in the same house.

The farm was the only thing keeping me sane. Every wooden fence, every blade of grass reminded me of my father’s lessons—the way he had taught me patience, resilience, and the value of hard work.

And then there was Henry.

He called me multiple times, his tone annoyingly cheerful.

“Just checking in, sis,” he’d say. “How’s Ted holding up?”

“Same as always,” I replied flatly.

Then, out of nowhere, he invited us to dinner.


Henry’s house was a picture-perfect scene—fine china, flickering candles, everything staged to perfection. Sarah moved around the table gracefully, but her forced smile betrayed her.

Halfway through the meal, Henry leaned back, swirling his wine. “Paris this time,” he said, referring to another one of his business trips. “Meetings, dinners, the usual grind.”

Sarah stiffened. I barely noticed because I was watching Henry. He was setting a trap.

Then, without warning, she slammed her fork down.

“Enough!” she shouted. “I know this trip isn’t about work! It’s just another excuse to run away from me!”

The room fell silent.

“You think I don’t see it, Henry? I’ve put up with this for years. But I won’t anymore.” She stood, voice shaking. “We’re done.”

She stormed out, leaving her chair spinning.

Henry let out an exaggerated sigh, then turned to me with a half-smirk.

“Well, that went faster than I expected.”


That night, he showed up on my porch.

“You win,” he said, holding a manila folder in his hand. “Sarah’s gone. My marriage is over.”

I crossed my arms, watching him. “And what’s that?”

“My new living arrangements,” he said with a grin.

He moved into the guest house the next day, acting like he had never left. The same Henry. The same arrogance.

I was too exhausted to fight him. Ted and I were barely hanging on by a thread, and I had bigger things to worry about.

Then, one morning, after yet another night of Ted not coming home, I finally snapped.

“We need to talk,” I said, my voice cold.

He hesitated, then sat at the kitchen table.

“I’m filing for divorce,” I said. “And don’t bother lying—I know about the affair.”

He exhaled, rubbing his temples. “I won’t argue. You deserve better than this.”

I blinked. “That’s it? No excuses?”

He shook his head. “Jen, this marriage was over long before your father’s will. We both know that.”

And just like that, it was over.


The house felt hollow without Ted’s presence. I packed my bags, leaving behind the life I had built, and returned to the farm.

But when I arrived, my stomach dropped.

Henry was standing on the porch, holding a champagne glass.

A small crowd of his friends stood behind him, laughing, drinking. He looked at me with a victorious smirk.

“You thought I actually divorced Sarah?” he said, swirling his drink.

I felt the blood drain from my face.

“You knew about Ted, didn’t you?” I whispered.

Henry’s grin widened. “Of course. Sarah caught him with his secretary months ago. We figured we’d help you along. Give you a little push.”

“You… staged this?

“Don’t take it personally,” he said with a wink. “It’s just business, sis. And now, everything is mine.


The next morning, I went to the library.

My father had always told me, “This book holds a secret.” I reached for it now, heart pounding.

A letter fell into my hands.

“Jen, honey,

I knew both your and Henry’s marriages were fragile. This inheritance was never about wealth—it was about who would fight for it the right way.

If you’re reading this, the farm is yours. But don’t abandon Henry completely. He needs a second chance.

Love, Dad.”

Tears blurred my vision.

I called the lawyer. “Is it true? There’s another clause?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “The farm is yours, Jen.”


Weeks passed. Henry eventually returned, broke and desperate.

“You need help, don’t you?” I said, crossing my arms.

He looked down, ashamed. “Yeah.”

I sighed. “You can stay. But you’re working for it.”

He nodded quickly. “Deal.”

For the first time, we stopped being rivals.

Sitting on the porch one evening, Henry smiled. “You were always the better one, Jen.”

I laughed. “We both are. That’s what Dad wanted.”

 

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