Page 81 of My Damaged Protector

“It would have helped me decide whether I wanted to have anything to do with this or not! If you were her husband, why am I the one getting her properties and not you?”

“You said it yourself, the properties remain in the family. Besides, I don't care about any of it. It wasn't why I married her,” he finishes with a shrug.

Shaking my head, all I can say is, “Wow.”

It's one thing to find out that they were married, but him still being her lawyer after her death and trying to ensure that her wish is honored must only be for one reason.

I need to stop being a dick.

“What do you have in there?” I say with a sigh and gesture toward the bag he was trying to open before.

“You don't want to ask me any other questions?”

Oh, I have a lot of questions that I want to ask him, but none of them are relevant. Except maybe one.

“You guys didn't have any children?”

He shakes his head with a sad smile. “We were only married for a year before we found out she was dying. And then she found out about you too, and I'm not saying this to change your mind about her, but when she found out about you, she wanted to reach out. She just decided against it because she wasn't sure you would want her in your life or to even put you through the pain of losing her a few months later if you accepted her.”

Bowing my head in shame, I feel like a piece of shit for saying so many awful things about her when she had nothing but good intentions toward me.

“I'm sorry,” I whisper remorsefully.

“It's alright, you didn't know.”

It's no excuse. It makes my mind flash to Sarah, but I push out thoughts of her as fast as they enter my mind. I don't need to go down that lane right now.

“So what were you saying about the inheritance?” I ask, changing the topic to what brought him here.

While now may not be the time we planned to meet, we're both here, and there's no point delaying the inevitable.

Smiling, he opens his bag, brings out his documents, and launches into explanation.

It would appear that he really found a way for me to access the properties without necessarily having to stay a year.

Most of the properties and finances were signed under her company's name, and like everything else, stated I need to live in Glazer Ville for a year to access them. However, they didn't apply to the company's managerial position, which the owner would automatically take. Since I am technically the owner of everything she owned and automatically the company's manager, I now have unlimited access to all of the company's resources.

“Christopher, this is genius,” I say when he's done explaining.

“I know. All you have to do now is sign the document, and everything is yours.”

For the first time, I allow myself to smile at the prospect of owning billions of dollars. A few seconds of scribbling on papers, and I officially have access to everything.

Shaking Christopher's hand, I thank him for everything. We exchange our goodbyes.

Just as he turns to walk away, I call his name. “I'd like for you to be my lawyer.”

He smiles and nods. “In that case, I guess this isn't goodbye.”

“No, I'll see you soon.”

As he walks away, a strong feeling of loneliness takes root in my belly because, while I may now have all the money I need in the world, I don't feel good about my life's situation, at all.

Nothing's changed.

Justin is still dead.

Sarah is still not trusting me with her secret.

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