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You’re being vindictive and cruel.”
“I’m being practical. You wanted me out of your life. Now you have what you wanted.”
The phone rang immediately, but I turned it off. I wasn’t ready for round two of that conversation. That evening, as I sat on my small balcony with a cup of tea, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in years.
Peace. Real deep, uninterrupted peace. There were no arguments downstairs, no tension hanging in the air like smoke.
No one was discussing my money or my future without including me in the conversation. For the first time in 5 years, I was living in my own space, making my own decisions, answering to no one but myself. The next morning, I walked to the small cafe three blocks away and bought myself breakfast.
Real breakfast, not the expensive organic nonsense Yara insisted on. Scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and coffee that cost $3 instead of eight. I sat by the window and watched ordinary people going about their ordinary lives, and it felt extraordinary to be one of them again.
When I got back to the apartment, there was a message on my answering machine. It was from a lawyer I didn’t recognize. Mrs.
Morrison, this is David Klein from Klein and Associates. Your son has hired me to look into reversing the sale of your house. Please call me at your earliest convenience.
I smiled as I deleted the message. Let him hire all the lawyers he wanted. The sale was legal, binding, and completely within my rights as the sole owner of the property.
There was nothing to reverse, nothing to challenge. But there was one more surprise waiting for them, one I hadn’t mentioned during our phone call. The house sale had left me with a significant profit.
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