I didn’t waste time.
The next morning, I went straight to the house. Veronica was in the kitchen, sipping her fancy imported coffee, dressed in silk pajamas like she was living in a five-star resort. She looked up, confused.
I didn’t say a word at first. I just walked in, calm and steady, and laid the deed on the table in front of her.
“What’s this?”
I looked her in the eyes and said:
“Actually, it’s mine. Dad left it to me. Legally, you can’t touch it. Nothing you do will change that.”
She stared at the paper like it had personally insulted her.
“T-This isn’t… You can’t… That’s not fair!”
“Oh, it’s completely fair,” I said. “You tried to throw me and your husband’s grandchildren onto the street while I was about to give birth.”
She stood up, eyes wild.
