For nearly 20 years, I loved a man. We weren’t married, had no kids—by choice. He even got a vasectomy to honor that. But when I found out he cheated, I left. He quickly married the other woman.

A year later, I was pregnant with my new boyfriend. Though it was sudden, we embraced it and became a happy family. Meanwhile, my ex couldn’t move on—he sent angry messages until I blocked him.

Months later, I learned he’d died in a tragic accident. His wife was pregnant. But the real shock came when his solicitor called—I was named the main beneficiary of his estate, not his wife or unborn child.

In a letter, he confessed that his marriage was a mistake. He felt trapped and wanted me to have everything. His words were full of guilt and affection, asking me to accept his final gift and find peace.

His wife and family begged me to give up the inheritance, but I refused. I didn’t attend the funeral, but I visited his grave, said goodbye, and walked away with mixed emotions—grief, confusion, and unexpected gratitude.

It was complicated closure. But it helped me finally let go.