She found her late husband’s journal hidden in the attic… But the final entry revealed he knew about her affair all along.
Margaret climbed into the dusty attic six months after David’s funeral, finally ready to sort through his belongings.
Behind old Christmas decorations, she found a leather journal she’d never seen before. Her hands trembled as she opened it.
The entries started three years ago. David’s familiar handwriting filled page after page with observations about her behavior.
“Margaret came home late again. Said it was book club, but she smelled like cologne.”
Her stomach dropped. She flipped ahead frantically.
“Found a receipt for dinner at Romano’s in her purse. We haven’t been there in years. She was with someone.”
Margaret sank onto a dusty box, tears streaming down her face. David had known about Richard all along.
The final entry was dated just two days before his heart attack.
“I’ve known about Richard for eight months now. I’m not angry anymore—just tired. Margaret deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with me. I’ve changed my will. She’ll get the house, but Richard gets nothing. My lawyer has instructions. If she marries him, everything goes to charity. Some secrets are meant to stay buried.”
Margaret’s phone buzzed. A text from Richard: “Ready to announce our engagement at dinner tonight?”
She stared at the journal, then at her phone. David had orchestrated this perfectly, even from the grave.
She typed back: “We need to talk. Come over now.”
When Richard arrived, she handed him the journal without a word.
His face went pale as he read. “This changes nothing, Margaret. We love each other.”
“Read the part about the will again,” she said quietly.
Richard’s hands shook as he reread David’s final entry. “You’re choosing money over love?”
“I’m choosing to honor the man who loved me enough to protect me from making the biggest mistake of my life,” Margaret replied.
She took off her engagement ring and placed it on the coffee table. “David knew you’d leave the moment the money wasn’t guaranteed. He was right.”
Richard’s mask finally slipped. “You’re seriously going to throw away our future for a dead man’s jealousy?”
“There it is,” Margaret said. “The real you. David saw it coming.”
Richard grabbed the ring and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Margaret opened the journal to the last page, where David had written one final note she’d missed:
“P.S. Margaret—if you’re reading this, you made the right choice. The man who truly loves you will stay regardless of money. I hope you find him someday. All my love, David.”
She pressed the journal to her chest and smiled through her tears. Even in death, David was still protecting her.
