I Became a Millionaire after My Sons Kicked Me Out

My husband, Todd, and I wanted our twins, Cole and Elijah, to become doctors. We were uneducated and lived on a ranch, but we worked hard for our boys’ education. After Todd died in a buffalo stampede, I even became a maid to fund their schooling.

Years later, a wealthy rancher tempted my boys to sell our land. “We’ve decided to take up John’s offer, Mom,” Cole told me at dinner one evening.

“You know I’ll never sell this land,” I said.

“But we really need that money, Mom,” my other son argued.

I was adamant and still refused.

So the next day, they threw me out, claiming the land was in their names. My siblings wouldn’t help, so I had to go to a homeless shelter. Thankfully, the shelter became my new family. I also found solace working as a maid for Mr. Williams. He was an elderly businessman, who not only paid me well but also listened to my worries.

One day, the inevitable happened: Mr. Williams passed away in his sleep. I was shocked to learn he left me his fortune, but there was a condition: I couldn’t share the millions with my kids or siblings — the people who abandoned me.

My boys, realizing I was wealthy, asked for money. But I refused. My new family in the shelter deserved the support, not the sons who abandoned me in my time of need. Always remember that if you disrespect your parents, you only deserve disrespect in return.

Moving on, let’s see what surprise life had in store for Amanda and her grandmother, Natalie.