After my first wife Edith passed away, she left money for our daughters’ future a legacy I vowed to protect. When I remarried Gaby, I hoped for a fresh start, but soon she demanded I use that money for her own daughters.

I tried to explain it wasn’t hers to touch, but she insisted that now we were one family and that her girls deserved the same. The tension grew until I finally stood my ground, making it clear Edith’s trust fund was untouchable.

To ease the conflict, I set up a separate fund for Gaby’s daughters from our joint income, but she saw it as a slap in the face. Our home filled with icy silences and frustration, but I refused to betray Edith’s wishes or risk my daughters’ future.

In time, Gaby realized she couldn’t bully me into breaking that promise. I’d made it clear: Edith’s legacy was sacred. Watching all the girls play together now, I’m determined to protect what matters most—my children’s future and the memory of their mother.