After my father’s death, I returned to my childhood home, only to find the locks changed and a message from my stepmother, Carla, claiming the house as hers.
My father had always been my rock, and now, at 25, I wasn’t prepared for this betrayal. Carla dismissed my grief, demanding I move on.
Three days later, I found my belongings on the porch and was kicked out of the house. Carla had changed the locks, and an officer backed her up. However, my father’s lawyer revealed that the house was legally mine, as he had placed it in a trust for me.
Over the next few weeks, I took legal action, and Carla was forced to leave. In my father’s office, I discovered evidence of Carla’s infidelity. Six months later, as I sat on the porch, I reflected on how karma had played out.
