I served her eviction papers. She fought it, but the judge ruled in my favor. When she refused to leave, I returned with a locksmith, a court order, and a billboard truck outside the house declaring the home mine.

As Carla packed in fury, I reminded her of her own words: “Time to grow up and move on.”Later, I found a letter from Dad and a key hidden in his office. It unlocked a box of photos and documents revealing Carla had been cheating on him. He’d known — and protected me in his own quiet way.Now I live in the house again, filled with memories, love, and peace. Carla’s gone, karma did its thing, and Dad’s plan worked perfectly. I didn’t just reclaim a house — I reclaimed my place, my past, and my future.