When my father passed away, I thought the worst was over. I never imagined the real battle would begin after the funeral in the cold walls of the courthouse.My stepmother challenged my right to the land my father had promised me. She insisted the property was hers, and I was left to defend my inheritance.
I believed the law would speak for me.
I had the documents, the will, and my lawyer’s reassurance.But as the months turned into years, something strange happened: the case never moved forward.
Every time we went to court, there was a new excuse, a missing file, a sick judge, a sudden adjournment.
At first, I thought it was just bad luck.To read more,click here
