My greedy sister married my husband, believing she would inherit his $400 million fortune. But only days later, he died suddenly. After the funeral, she boldly announced that she was the rightful heir. However, when the lawyer read his will, the truth stunned everyone—and what he had written left my sister completely speechless.

She sounded thin.

Careful.

Afraid.

I let the silence stretch between us.

“About what?” I asked evenly.

“You know about what.”

“I actually don’t.”

Another pause. I imagined her somewhere polished and temporary—maybe a short-term rental, maybe a friend’s condo. The penthouse overlooking the Hudson had been leased in Daniel’s name. Once the estate froze during probate, it had become legally complicated. And once the will was executed, it became very clear.

She had nothing.

“I’d rather discuss this in person,” she said.