I placed the documents on the table.
“This house is mine,” I said calmly.
She laughed at first.
Then she read the papers.
And her face went pale.
“That’s impossible.”
“It’s legal,” I said.
Two police officers stepped inside moments later.
They confirmed the documents.
I was the legal owner.
Veronica had twenty-four hours to leave.
Her anger exploded instantly, but it didn’t matter.
Even Mike stepped back once he realized what was happening.
Within a day, they were gone.
And for the first time since my father died, the house felt quiet again.
A week later, I gave birth to two beautiful baby girls.
I named them Lily and Grace.
Sometimes, late at night when the house is silent and my daughters are sleeping beside me, I think about everything that happened.
My dad knew he wouldn’t always be there.
But he still found a way to protect me.
He didn’t just leave me a house.
He left me a future.
And Veronica?
