My 32-year-old son d.ied just three months ago. Sometimes I still wake up expecting to hear his voice, only to be crushed by the realization that he’s gone. I thought the pain of losing a child would be the hardest thing I’d ever endure.

I was wrong. His wife of eight years—my daughter-in-law—moved on with astonishing speed. Before I could even catch my breath, she announced she had a new man and was relocating to New York with him.

As if that wasn’t enough, she demanded my son’s $90,000 inheritance. “I deserve it,” she insisted. “I was his wife.”

I looked her straight in the eye and said, “You don’t deserve a dime.

That money is my right to protect. And my grandson will receive his share when he turns eighteen.”

She only smiled—slow, cold, and victorious. But then she leaned closer and whispered, “You will not like how this will end.”

Her words chilled me more than winter air.

The next day, my 8-year-old grandson showed up at my door, tears streaming down his cheeks. His little voice trembled as he said, “Grandma… Mommy’s moving to New York without me.”

I felt the ground tilt beneath me. I called her immediately, demanding an explanation.

She sounded bored, irritated even. “Well,” she said, “since you decided not to give me a dime, it’s on you to raise your grandson until he turns eighteen. I’ll pick him up when he’s grown.”

Just like that.

As if he were luggage she could store and retrieve at her convenience. I’m 65. I love that boy with every breath in my body, but I’m not physically or financially prepared to raise him alone.

My retirement plans evaporated overnight. My days are suddenly filled with school pick-ups, meals, homework, and the emotional fallout of a child abandoned by his own mother. Yet still, one thing burns bright in me: I will not hand over my son’s inheritance to a woman who treated his memory like yesterday’s news.

I refuse to watch her waste the last thing my son left behind. But now I’m torn, overwhelmed, and afraid for the future. What should I do?

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental.

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