“To my husband, Jason Reed, I leave nothing beyond what the law requires. You may keep your personal items and the car in your name. That is all. You have already taken enough from me.”
Jason leapt to his feet. “This is garbage,” he shouted. “She didn’t write that.”
Rachel tugged at his sleeve, whispering urgently as phones discreetly began recording. “Jason, sit down.”
Mr. Hayes remained steady. “Lily’s estate—including the house, savings, and life insurance—is to be placed in a trust for our unborn son, Noah,” he read. “If Noah does not survive, the trust will pass to my sister, Emily Carter, who will decide how best to honor my memory.”
My legs nearly gave out. I hadn’t known. Tears clouded my vision.
Jason let out a bitter laugh. “Her sister? Emily can’t even manage her own bills. This is insane.”
“Sit down, Mr. Reed,” Mr. Hayes said sharply. “There is more.”
