I could hardly believe what I was seeing. My heart pounded in my chest as I pulled up to the house I had lived in my entire life—the house my father had built with his own hands. And there, scattered across the front lawn like garbage, were my belongings.

The shock made me dizzy. My old armchair, the one my dad used to sit in when he read to me as a child, was lying on its side. Boxes filled with clothes, books, and personal items were piled haphazardly near the curb. A couple of photo frames had shattered, their glass reflecting the afternoon sun.

And there she was—my daughter-in-law, Lisa, lounging on the porch, casually sipping coffee as if she hadn’t just upended my entire life.

I stormed out of my car, slamming the door shut so hard it echoed down the street.

“What the hell is this?!” I shouted, pointing at my things.

Lisa smirked, her eyes glinting with something almost victorious. “Oh, you’re back,” she said, setting down her cup. “I thought you’d be gone a little longer.”

“Gone? What are you even talking about?”

She crossed her arms and sighed dramatically, as if she were the victim in all of this. “Your father’s will arrived this morning. Turns out, he left the house to me. So I thought I’d save you the trouble of packing and just… help you move along.”

I stared at her, waiting for her to laugh, to tell me this was some cruel joke. But the smug look on her face told me she was dead serious.

“You threw my things out based on something you just received this morning?” I demanded.

“Yes, I have a copy of the will. It was all made official,” she said mockingly.

My hands clenched into fists. My father had been in a nursing home for the last year of his life. There was no way he would’ve left the house to Lisa. He barely even tolerated her.

Just as I was about to call my father’s lawyer, another car pulled up. My son, Daniel, stepped out, his face twisted in confusion as he took in the mess in the yard.

“What’s going on?” he asked, walking toward us.

Lisa didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, perfect timing! I was just about to tell you—I want a divorce.”

Silence.

Daniel blinked, as if his brain had short-circuited. “Wait… what?”

“I want a divorce,” Lisa repeated, her tone almost bored. “I was just waiting for the will to be settled before making it official.”

I could see the moment my son registered what she was saying. His jaw tensed. “So… let me get this straight. You just inherited my family’s house, and now you’re leaving me?”

Lisa shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Pretty much.”

Something inside me snapped. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I had memorized long ago. The second my father’s lawyer answered, I put him on speaker.

“Hey, Mr. Lawson,” I said, my voice shaking with barely contained rage. “Lisa here is claiming my father left my house to her in his will. Can you confirm that?”

There was a pause, then four simple words that made me burst into laughter.

“She fell for it.”

Lisa’s smug expression vanished. “W-what?”

“Your father had a feeling something was off, so he made a fake will to be sent to you DIL,” Mr. Lawson continued. “Your father never trusted her. He was sure she didn’t love Daniel. He left everything to you, not Lisa.”

I wheeled around to face her. “Looks like you’re the one who needs to pack your bags.”

Lisa’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “That’s not possible. I—I have a copy of the will!”

Mr. Lawson sighed. “You must have a copy of a fake, because the one filed with the courts names only one heir—his daughter.”

Lisa turned to Daniel, desperation seeping into her voice. “You have to fight this! Demand your share!”

Daniel, to my surprise, shook his head. “You really don’t get it, do you?” He gestured at the yard, the boxes, the mess. “You threw my mother’s things onto the street. You planned to take everything and then leave me with nothing. Why would I fight for you?”

Lisa’s face crumpled. “But—”

Daniel took a step back, his eyes steely. “You need to leave, Lisa. Right now.”

For the first time, she was the one being thrown out. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

Lisa scrambled to grab her purse and stormed off, but not before throwing one last glare in my direction. I just smiled and waved as she climbed into her car and sped off.

I turned to Daniel, expecting some sort of apology, but instead, he looked utterly defeated.

“I really thought she loved me,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

I softened. No matter how angry I had been at Lisa, my son had been blindsided just as much as I had. “I know, sweetheart.”

He exhaled, staring at the now-empty porch. “Guess I’ll have to figure out my next steps.”

“You’ll always have a home here,” I said gently.

His eyes met mine, gratitude flickering behind them. “Thanks, Mom.”

Later that evening, as I sat in my familiar old armchair—now safely back inside where it belonged—I thought about how quickly karma had worked its magic.

Lisa had tried to steal my home and my son’s future. In the end, she had nothing.

And as for me? I had everything that mattered.

Sometimes, life has a way of setting things right.

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