When I married Ryan, his mother, Margaret, made her disdain clear. She ignored me and my children, Emma and Liam, calling me a gold-digger. After Ryan’s tragic car accident, she blamed me and, days later, locked us out of our home, dumping our belongings on the curb.Desperate, I called Ryan’s lawyer. He revealed Ryan’s will: everything—house, savings, investments—was left to me. Margaret,
was granted $200,000, but only if she never interfered. We took her to court. She lost everything. By nightfall, I held new keys, and Margaret’s belongings sat on the curb. Justice. Served. Tucking Emma in, she asked, “Is Grandma Margaret going to jail?” I smiled. “I don’t know, sweetie. But she can’t hurt us anymore.” For the first time since Ryan’s death, I felt safe. I felt home.
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