Despite our tense living situation, Deborah and I slowly began to understand each other. As the court case loomed, I learned that her years in the house made her its rightful owner. The ruling was clear: the house wasn’t mine. But in the end, Deborah extended an olive branch,

She apologized for her past actions and asked me to stay, offering the possibility of rebuilding our broken relationship.Over time, we both healed, transforming the house from a symbol of conflict into a place where we could rebuild our bond.