My daughter-in-law threw my stuff out of the house after learning she inherited it, but karma got her the same day
“Oh, but he did.” She smiled, casually inspecting her perfect manicure.
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Signed, sealed, delivered. The house is mine now. She leaned towards me, her scent, a sickening, artificial odor, invading my space. “I think it’s time you moved on, Hattie.”
A truck rumbled into the driveway, and my son, Matt, got out, his face screwed up by the scene. His boots crunched on the gravel as it approached, deepening the crease in his brow.
“What’s going on, Jess? First you leave the lawyer’s office, and now you send me this weird text? What’s going on?” he asked, looking at Jessica and me, his jaw clenched.
She stretched and finally stood up, looking satisfied and comfortable in her vertiginous heels. It sent a chill down my spine. “Like I told you, I’m making necessary changes, darling. And in fact, there are still things you should know.”
Matt’s expression hardened, as if I’d never seen anything like it. “More than throwing my mom’s things all over the yard?”
“Much more!” Jessica’s laugh was hoarse. “I want a divorce.”
The word hung in the air like the last nail in a coffin. Matt opened his mouth, then closed it, struggling to process it. “What? You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am.” Her voice was full of disdain. “I’ve spent enough years suffocating in this house, feeling like I don’t belong, that I’m not good enough!” She gestured toward the house. “I need a fresh start.”
“You don’t have the right…” I began, but she interrupted me with a contemptuous shake of her head.
