Heather’s nerve hit rock bottom when she asked me to sell my land to fund her handbags and spa days. But finding the legal papers she secretly drafted behind my back was the final straw. She thought I’d cave—but with one quiet, calculated move, I turned the tide. She never saw it coming.
When Heather married my son Matt, I welcomed her with open arms and treated her toddler like family. I babysat, delivered groceries, and even gave her my grandmother’s china. I didn’t do it for praise—I did it out of love, wanting to be part of their world, not control it.
