My dad disowned me by text the day before my graduation because I didn’t invite his new wife’s two children. My mother, brother, and three aunts all took his side. Ten years later,

Not from him—from the clerk. She had been scanning another page and suddenly said, “Ma’am… there’s also a guardianship petition here. Temporary, but sealed.”

I covered the phone. “For who?”

She checked the name, frowning. “For your father. Filed two months ago.”

My father heard the silence and panicked. “Emily? What are you reading?”

The clerk lowered her voice. “It says a petition was filed claiming he was not competent to manage his finances.”

I stood so abruptly my chair scraped the tile.
My father had lied to me, hidden my inheritance, and now needed my signature. But apparently, someone had already tried to take control of everything from him.

“Who filed this?” I asked.

The clerk pointed to the petitioner’s name.

Rachel Mercer.
My father’s new wife.

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