I knew things would change when I remarried, but I never expected my new wife to go after my late wife’s money.
It was meant for our daughters’ future, not hers. She thought she could pressure me into it. What came next would teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
A tear escaped my eye as I clutched a photo of my late wife and our daughters at the beach.
“I miss you, Ed,” I whispered, my fingers caressing Edith’s face in the picture.
“The girls… they’re growing up so fast. I wish you could see them now.”
Her radiant smile gazed up at me from the photo, her eyes sparkling with a life that cancer had stolen far too soon…
A soft knock interrupted my reminiscing. My mother poked her head in, her eyes full of concern.
“Charlie, honey, you can’t keep living in the past.
It’s been three years. You need to move on. Those girls need a mother figure.”
I sighed, setting the photo frame down.
“Mom, we’re doing fine. The girls are—”
“Getting older!” She cut me off, settling beside me on the couch. “I know you’re trying, but you’re not getting any younger.
What about that nice woman from your office? Gabriela?”
I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Gaby?
Mom, she’s just a coworker.”
“And a single mother, just like you’re a single father. Think about it, Charlie. For the girls’ sake.”
As she left, her words echoed in my mind.
Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to move forward.
One year later, I stood in our backyard, watching Gaby interact with my daughters. She’d swooped into our lives like a whirlwind, and before I knew it, we were married.
It wasn’t the same as with Edith, but it was… nice.
“Dad!
Watch this!” my youngest called out, attempting a cartwheel.
I clapped, forcing a smile. “Great job, sweetie!”
Gaby sidled up to me, linking her arm through mine. “They’re wonderful girls, Charlie.
You’ve done an amazing job.”
I nodded, pushing down the pang of guilt that always surfaced when she complimented my parenting. “Thanks, Gaby. I’m trying my best.”
“You’re such a stellar parent.
Your kids must be so lucky.”
As we headed inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with the way Gaby had said it. But I pushed it aside, determined to make this new family work.
That’s when Gaby cornered me in the kitchen, her eyes gleaming with a look I’d never seen before.
“Charlie, we need to talk about the girls’ trust fund,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet.
I froze, my coffee mug halfway to my lips. “What trust fund?”
Gaby rolled her eyes, dropping the act.
“Don’t play dumb. I heard you on the phone with your financial advisor. Edith left quite a nest egg for the girls, didn’t she?”
My stomach churned.
I’d never mentioned the fund to her. Never thought I’d need to.
“That’s for their future, Gaby. College, starting out in life—”
“Exactly!” she cut in.
“And what about my girls? Don’t they deserve the same opportunities?”
I set my mug down, trying to keep my voice level. “Of course they do, but that money… it’s Edith’s legacy to her children.”
Gaby’s eyes narrowed.
“Her children? We’re supposed to be one family now, Charlie. Or was that all just talk?”
“That’s not fair,” I protested.
“I’ve treated your daughters like my own since day one.”
“Treated them like your own? Please. If that were true, you wouldn’t be hoarding that money for just your biological kids.”
The room felt like a pressure cooker ready to burst as I stared at Gaby, her words still ringing in my ears.
I took a deep breath, fighting to stay calm.
“Gaby, that fund is not ours to touch. It’s for my daughters’ future.”
“So that’s it? Your dead wife’s wishes matter more than your living family?”
“Don’t you dare speak about Edith that way.
This discussion ends now. That money is not up for debate. Period.”
Gaby’s face flushed with anger.
“You’re impossible! How can you be so stubborn?”
My jaw tightened, muscles twitching as I fought to maintain control. I barely recognized the woman standing before me, so different from the one I thought I’d married.
A plan formed in my mind.
“Fine!
You’re right. I’ll sort this out tomorrow, okay?”
Gaby’s eyes lit up, clearly thinking she’d won. “Really?
You mean it?”
I nodded.
Gaby’s lips curled into a smug smile. “Good. It’s about time you saw reason.”
She turned on her heel, marching out of the room.
The slam of the door echoed through the house, a punctuation mark to her tantrum.
I sank into a chair, running my hands over my face. Gaby had shown her true colors, and now it was time for a hard lesson in respect and the dangers of entitlement.
The next morning, I made a show of calling my financial advisor, making sure Gaby could overhear.
“Yes, I’d like to set up a new account,” I said loudly. “It’s for my stepdaughters.
We’ll fund it from our joint income going forward.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me and turned to see Gaby standing in the doorway, her face twisted with surprise and anger.
“What are you doing?” she barked as I hung up.
“Creating a fund for your daughters, like you wanted. We’ll contribute to it together, from what we earn.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And Edith’s money?”
“Remains untouched.
That’s non-negotiable.”
“You think this solves anything? This is a slap in the face!”
“No, Gaby. This is me setting boundaries.
We build our family’s future together, not by taking what isn’t ours to take.”
She jabbed a finger at my chest. “You’re choosing your daughters over us. Admit it!”
“I’m choosing to honor Edith’s wishes.
And if you can’t respect that, then we have a serious problem.”
Gaby’s eyes filled with tears, but I couldn’t tell if they were genuine or manipulative. “I thought we were partners, Charlie. I thought what was yours was mine.”
“We are partners, Gaby.
But that doesn’t mean erasing the past or disregarding Edith’s legacy.”
She turned away, her shoulders shaking. “You’re being so unfair.”
As she left the room, I called after her, “Unfair or not. But know this: my decision stands.”
The following weeks were filled with icy silences and clipped conversations.
Gaby alternated between trying to guilt-trip me and giving me the cold shoulder. But I stood firm, refusing to budge.
One evening, as I tucked my daughters into bed, my oldest asked, “Daddy, is everything okay with you and Gaby?”
I paused, choosing my words carefully. “We’re working through some grown-up stuff, sweetheart.
But don’t worry, okay?”
She nodded, but her eyes were worried. “We don’t want you to be sad again, Daddy.”
My heart clenched. I pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m not sad, honey. I promise. Your happiness is what matters most to me.”
As I left their room, I found Gaby waiting in the hallway, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
“They’re good kids, Charlie.
But my girls deserve just as much.”
I sighed, realizing her stance hadn’t changed. “They are good kids. All of them.
And they all deserve our support.”
She scoffed, shaking her head. “Support? That trust fund would’ve been a REAL support.
But you just had to play the hero for your precious Edith, didn’t you?”
“This isn’t about playing hero. It’s about respect. Respect for Edith’s wishes and for our daughters’ future.”
“And what about my daughters’ future?
Or does that not matter to you?”
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