I knew things would change when I remarried, but I never expected my new wife to go after my late wife’s money. It was meant for our daughters’ future, not hers. She thought she could pressure me into it. What came next would teach her a lesson she’d never forget.A tear escaped my eye as I clutched a photo of my late wife and our daughters at the beach. “I miss you, Ed,” I whispered, my fingers caressing Edith’s face in the picture. “The girls… they’re growing up so fast. I wish you could see them now.” Her radiant smile gazed up at me from the photo, her eyes sparkling with a life that cancer had stolen far too soon…
A soft knock interrupted my reminiscing. My mother poked her head in, her eyes full of concern. “Charlie, honey, you can’t keep living in the past. It’s been three years. You need to move on. Those girls need a mother figure.” I sighed, setting the photo frame down. “Mom, we’re doing fine. The girls are—””Getting older!” She cut me off, settling beside me on the couch. “I know you’re trying, but you’re not getting any younger. What about that nice woman from your office? Gabriela?”I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Gaby? Mom, she’s just a coworker.” “And a single mother, just like you’re a single father.