When my grandmother left me $50,000, I thought it was the fresh start my husband Jason and I needed after years of heartbreak and infertility struggles. But little did I know, his mother Sharon had her eyes on my inheritance.
“It finally happened,” I said softly, still trying to wrap my mind around the moment.
Jason looked up from his phone, half-interested. “What did?”
I held the letter close to my chest. It was a simple piece of paper, but it carried so much weight. “The money came through. Grandma’s inheritance—fifty thousand dollars. We could finally start looking for a house.”
Jason blinked, setting his phone down on the arm of the couch. “Oh, wow. That’s great.”
We’d been married for five years, and they hadn’t been easy years. Infertility had tested us—rounds of treatments, countless doctors, and the endless emotional rollercoaster of hope and heartbreak. It was hard not to feel like everything we wanted was always slipping just out of reach.
But now, with the inheritance, it felt like we could finally move forward. We could leave behind the constant disappointment and start fresh.
