— Come on, Galka, stop arguing, I have a headache anyway. I said, last time! From Monday, not a drop! And I will find a job! Just wait a little longer!
Years passed, Galina worked like a horse for two, while Nicolae lived off her!
Serious scandals began, divorce was imminent. Galina started saving money for her own place, knowing they would have to part ways at some point.
After five years, she had saved enough to buy a small house or at least a room. One not-so-beautiful day, Galina went to check her hiding place in the linen closet and… found nothing.
Her heart raced. Every coin, every carefully saved bill had disappeared. For the first time, she truly felt the fear that all her hard work had been in vain. She collapsed on the floor, staring at the emptiness in the drawer, trembling. “Who… who could have done this?” she whispered through tears.
Days of uncertainty and fear followed. She slept with one eye open and one closed, checking every corner of the apartment. At work, she was absent-minded, and her colleagues began to gossip. But Galina had no time to argue with anyone. A desire burned in her soul: to find out the truth.
One morning, she received a strange phone call. A weak, trembling voice told her she needed to come to her grandfather’s village, a place she had never been. Without knowing why, Galina took the first train. The village seemed asleep, with dusty streets and houses with weathered roofs. Her heart pounded. At the edge of the village, an old woman sat on a bench, staring at her intently.
— You are Galina, aren’t you? — the woman asked. — I was waiting for you…
In the old woman’s eyes, a mix of fear and emotion was evident. Without hesitating, Galina followed her to an old but well-kept house. There, among antiques and dusty boxes, she discovered a man in a wheelchair, his hands trembling. On the table next to him were old documents, inheritance papers, and… a will that bore her name.
— This is my father’s fortune — the old man whispered. — And I leave it to you because you deserve it.
Galina felt the ground slip from under her feet. In the chest in the corner, filled with money and jewelry, lay the entire inheritance she had never dared to dream of. Tears streamed down her cheeks. All the troubles, all the injustices, all the sleepless nights seemed to melt away in a single burst of joy.
The villagers began to look at her with respect. Curious neighbors turned their heads, and Galina understood that, at last, she was no longer alone. With each step through the old yard of the house, she felt the weight of the past dissipate.
The next day, she took the first step to rebuild her life: she hired craftsmen to repair the house, bought clothes for orphans and needy elderly people, and found a better job where respect and dignity were paramount.
Galina not only received a material inheritance, but she also regained her identity, her connection to family, and the right to hope for a happy life. For the first time in her life, she felt that all the hardships had brought her exactly here — to the beginning of a new life, truly her own.
And thus, the woman who had fled from childhood, who had worked herself to the bone for two, and who had lost everything, became the master of her own fate, with a wide smile and a heart full of hope.
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