“Your grandmother set up a trust for you. All of her assets, which include the money from the sale of her trailer and money from her investment accounts, are to go to you.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask how much it was worth, but I withheld, not wanting to sound too eager. My grandmother and I were never close.
Not even after I went to live with her after my mother died. I knew she blamed me for my mother’s death.
Once Ace and I started dating, she often told me how he was just using me.
I never believed that because I had nothing he could use me for. Sex? Ace could have had any girl in our high school. Aside from that, the first nine months we dated, I didn’t sleep with him.
I’d wanted to, but I also wanted to wait. And Ace was incredibly patient with me, even as a sixteen-year-old boy. I knew he wanted to have sex, but he would always tell me it would happen whenever I was ready.
We have the rest of our lives for sex, baby.
“Ms. Greyson?”
I blinked and zeroed in on the lawyer in front of me. It was only then that I realized I’d gotten lost in thoughts of my past.
“I’m sorry. We had a long travel day yesterday,” I explained. “What did you say?”
“That’s not a problem,” Mr. Wolcott said. “I said the total value of your grandmother’s assets amounts to approximately $250,000.”
My eyes ballooned. “A quarter of a million dollars?”
He nodded. “Yes, your grandmother was very conservative with her money after she sold her trailer.”
I knew my grandmother had sold the home on Woodmill Road about a decade earlier and moved into a retirement complex.
“I don’t… how does she have that much money?”
Wolcott smiled. “Your grandmother got lucky. A land developer purchased the trailer park where your grandmother lived and paid her a nice amount to vacate her lease early and for the trailer.”
I nodded, knowing that my grandmother had sold her trailer. “She used that money to move into the retirement complex, didn’t she?”
Wolcott nodded. “Yes, but she didn’t live extravagantly, and she also invested for years into a retirement account.”
“I didn’t know that,” I whispered. My grandmother and I never talked about money.
I kept in touch with her and visited from time to time to make sure she was all right. The retirement community allowed her to live her final days surrounded by people her age with whom she got along while also having her medical needs met.
A feeling of relief started to overcome me for the first time in weeks. Not only could I use the money to pay off my blackmailer, but I could live off the leftover funds until I got a new job.
It wouldn’t take me too long to find a new job. Most doctor’s offices, hospital floors, and urgent care clinics needed physician assistants. I had options, which was a great thing. And the pay was excellent.
It was just that I needed this money fast.
Maybe instead of immediately looking for a job, I would take Aiden on a trip to Disneyworld like he wanted.
“There is one stipulation, however.”
That statement caught my attention, halting my daydreams. “What’s that?”
“To receive the money, your grandmother had one requirement,” Jason Wolcott said.
A pit in my belly formed. “What’s that?”
“You have to divorce your husband.”
CHAPTER3
