I met Elias when I was 39, and he was 52. We married a year later, and I loved him deeply. But shortly after, he was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. For two years, I devoted myself to caring for him, while his children, Maya and Jordan, visited only occasionally. After he passed, they arrived at my house, announcing that they were selling the property. I was stunned to discover through his will that everything had been left to them, and I was left with nothing.
