At age 24, I married a unkara man who was fifty years older than me. Everyone around me thought I had married him solely for his money. I myself was convinced that, after his death, his entire fortune would become mine

— We have

than meet with the notary —told me.

I immediately understood that it was about inheritance.

Throughout the journey I thought about the house, the apartments and the money that I now believed belonged to me.

When I entered the notary’s office, my husband’s lawyer was already there.

The notary opened a folder with several documents and silently reviewed them

for a few seconds.

Then he looked at me.

— Are you sure you want to know what the will says?

The question even surprised me.

— Of course.

The notary sighed deeply.

Then he placed several documents in front of me.

— Then there is something you should know. Her husband had made a decision about her fortune long before your wedding.

I felt great concern.

— What does it mean?

The notary looked at me and said:

— You will not inherit anything.

My legs almost stopped supporting me.

I grabbed

the edge of the table.

— But

or what? I’m his wife!

The notary looked silently at the lawyer.