My Ex-wife Demands That I Give the Money I Saved for Our Late Son to Her Stepson – My Answer Shocked Her and Her New Husband

When my ex-wife demanded that the college fund I had saved for our late son be given to her stepson, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

 

The audacity of it all made me realize this wasn’t just about money; it was about protecting my son’s legacy. Peter, who had passed away tragically, had dreams of going to Yale and visiting Belgium. I was determined to honor those dreams. Susan and her husband suggested the money be used for her stepson, but I refused. Instead, I used the fund for the trip Peter and I had always planned, a way to carry his memory with me.

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