For 20 Years, My Father-in-law Never Contributed a Single Peso… Until His Final Secret Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew

When I married at 30, I had little more than a small apartment and a modest salary. My wife came from humble means, too—her only family was her father, Mr. Velasco, a frail, quiet man pushing 70, living off a veteran’s pension.

Right after our wedding, he moved in with us. And he never left.

For two decades, he didn’t pay for electricity, water, food—nothing. He didn’t watch the kids, didn’t cook, didn’t clean. Some relatives even sneered behind his back, calling him a “first-class parasite.”

I’d be lying if I said it never got under my skin.

I’d come home after a long day, open the fridge to find nothing but air, and see him in the living room, sipping coffee as if the emptiness had nothing to do with him.

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But every time frustration rose in my throat, I swallowed it back. He’s my wife’s father, I reminded myself. If I push him out, who will take care of him?

So I stayed silent. And resentful.

One chilly morning, he was gone.

No illness. No hospital. My wife found him in bed, a half-finished mug of atole beside him, his face calm—almost peaceful. He was 89.

I didn’t feel the kind of grief that knocks you to your knees. Instead, it was a strange emptiness—like a chair that had always been in the corner was suddenly gone.

We kept the funeral simple. No one in my wife’s family could afford much, so we bore the costs ourselves. I told myself this was the last obligation I would ever have toward him.

Or so I thought.

Three days later, a knock on the door.

A man in a dark suit stood there, briefcase in hand, eyes sharp but unreadable.
“Are you Mr. Velasco’s son-in-law?” he asked.

I nodded.

He handed me a red folder. “I’m here on behalf of your father-in-law. According to his will, you are the sole heir to all his assets.”

I actually laughed. “Assets? You mean the sandals he’s worn for fifteen years?”

The lawyer’s expression didn’t change. He opened the folder and began reading.

A 115-square-meter plot of land, right in the center of town. Transferred to my name two years ago.

A savings account worth over 3.2 million pesos. My name listed as the sole beneficiary.

And then… a letter.

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