After her father’s death, Dawn loses everything—her home, her family, and the distant sister who never truly cared. Forced out with nothing but a suitcase and her dad’s old watch, she believes it’s the end. But her father had anticipated it all, and his final gift holds a secret that could change everything… and turn the tables on who really wins.
I always knew Charlotte didn’t care much for me. But I never imagined she’d kick me out just two weeks after we buried our father.
It had always been Dad, Charlotte, and me—but mostly just Dad and me. Charlotte, already an adult when I was born, treated the house more like a hotel than a home. She was chasing some bigger life while I was the one who stayed, helped around the house, and cherished our father.
Dad used to say I was his new beginning. Maybe that’s why Charlotte resented me.
She never saw me as a sister—just someone getting in the way. Still, I thought she’d be there when it mattered. I was wrong.
At the reading of the will, Charlotte inherited the house. All I got was Dad’s watch—scratched, old, and full of memories. She laughed, of course. But I didn’t care about the house. I just wanted my dad back.
Days later, I came home from work to find my things by the door. Charlotte kicked me out without a second thought.
With nowhere to go, I called our lawyer, Matthew, who surprisingly wasn’t shocked.
“Just like your father predicted,” he said.
He booked me into a bed and breakfast and asked me to come by the next morning. There, he revealed that Dad had left behind nearly two million dollars—but with conditions. Charlotte would only receive her half if she agreed to share the house with me. If she didn’t? She got nothing.
Dad had planned it all.
Even the code to the safety deposit box was hidden on the back of his watch.
Suddenly, the power balance shifted. I had the money. Charlotte had only the house… and the debt that came with it.
When she realized what had happened, she begged for help.
“You should’ve been nicer to me,” I told her. Then I hung up.
Now, I’m living in a small studio apartment, going to school, and working my job at the coffee shop. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine. And even though he’s gone, Dad is still watching over me—through every step, every choice, and every part of the life he helped secure for me.
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