I never expected a routine run for cat food to upend my life, but there he was—my ex, Michael—stepping out of a gleaming sports car in a designer suit, then tossing a crisp $100 bill at my feet with a smirk. The tiny smiley face doodled in Grandpa’s handwriting stopped me cold, reminding me of the day I’d refused his inheritance. How had Michael gotten that money—and why the timing, just after our divorce finalized?

Digging into Grandpa’s affairs, I learned from his old partner, Mr. Harrison, that Grandpa had quietly transferred funds to Michael before he passed—despite my refusal. Michael had patiently waited until Grandpa was gone to claim his “parting gift,” then discarded me like unwanted baggage. Furious, I enlisted sharp attorney Logan to confront Michael with evidence of fraud by deception.

Within days, Michael agreed to return the entire sum rather than risk a court battle. I used that money to open the “Harrison & Moore Veterinary Clinic,” honoring Grandpa’s legacy and finally securing my own future. The clinic’s grand opening felt like a new beginning—one built on my terms, not someone else’s scheme.

A year later, Logan and I realized our partnership went beyond business. We married under the same autumn sky that watched my clinic’s ribbon-cutting, and I tucked that doodled $100 into my bouquet as a keepsake. It’s a reminder that even the cruellest twists can lead to strength, self-respect, and, ultimately, true love.