After my dad’s sudden death, I never expected my stepmom, Sharon, and her children to make things worse. But when I arrived home, I found my belongings tossed out, and Sharon had locked me out of the house.
I had always felt like an outsider in my dad’s home, especially after he married Sharon, but he always had my back. Now, with him gone, Sharon and her kids were treating me like an intruder. After the funeral, I returned to find the house locked, and Sharon smugly told me it was now her home, not mine. She kicked me out, just days after burying my dad.
Heartbroken and homeless, I went to my neighbor’s house. That night, I called my mom, who couldn’t attend the funeral but promised to be there for me. She arrived the next morning and revealed a shocking truth: she had paid off the mortgage after their divorce, and the house was always meant to be mine. Sharon had no legal claim to it.
With the deed in hand, my mom called a locksmith, and on the weekend, we moved Sharon’s belongings out. When Sharon and her kids returned to find their stuff on the lawn, my mom calmly showed her the deed. Sharon was left speechless.
The cops were called after Sharon and her kids tried to make a scene, but they had no case. After they left, my mom promised that the house would be in my name soon. Finally, I could mourn my dad in peace, knowing my future was safe.
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