Chapter 6 - The Golden Boy Tarnished
“I... I don't have the space,” Brent stammered, his bravado evaporating instantly.
“Then I guess they’ll have to downsize,” I said coldly.
Mom started crying—not her usual manipulative, pretty tears, but actual sobs of panic. “Julia, please. All my friends... the country club... how will I explain this? You’re doing this to your own mother?”
“You humiliated your own grandchildren,” I reminded her, my voice unwavering. “You looked them in the eye and told them they weren't good enough. You showed me exactly where we stand in this family. I'm just adjusting my financial investments to match our relationship status.”
Dad tried a different tactic. Anger. “I’ll sue you! We’ll take you to court. That’s my house!”
“Call your lawyer,” I said, gesturing to the envelope. “You’ll find every deed, transfer, and bank statement proving I’ve paid every dime since 2021. You signed the house over to avoid foreclosure, Dad. You have no legal leg to stand on. If you stay past thirty days, the sheriff will remove you.”
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I turned around, unlocked my front door, and looked back at them one last time.
“Do not come to my house again. All communication goes through my lawyer.” I shut the door, locked the deadbolt, and finally took a deep, shaking breath. I was free.
