In one day, I lost everything: my job, my home, and then my father.

At the will reading, my sister made sure I knew just how little she thought I deserved.

I was left with only an old apiary and a secret I never saw coming.

My routine had been my anchor. I stocked shelves, greeted customers with polite smiles, and memorized every small detail—like who bought which cereal or ran out of milk. I saved a little each week, not for anything specific, just because it felt right.

Then, in a single day, it all crumbled. My manager told me, “We’re making cuts, Adele. I’m sorry.” No warning. No discussion. I left without saying a word.

Home didn’t feel right either. The door was ajar, and Ethan, my boyfriend, was standing beside my packed suitcase. “We need to talk,” he said. I already knew. “I’m evolving, and you’re staying the same,” he added. I didn’t beg. I walked out.

Then came the call. My father had passed away. At the funeral, I expected little. But when the will was read, it revealed something shocking: the apiary, my father’s legacy, was mine.

Synthia, my sister, mocked me, but I took the challenge. And in the end, I found the truth hidden in my father’s will. The house had always been mine.

I wasn’t leaving. I would fight. And I won.