My Sons New Wife Forced My Injured Granddaughter to Watch Her Twins While She Went Out, That Was the Last Straw!

By day three, her spirit broke. She sat on the floor, staring at the wall while chaos unfolded around her.

By day four, she was unrecognizable. Stained hoodie. Messy bun. Exhaustion etched on her face.

Scott came home to a clean house, calm twins, and Olivia reading quietly. Lydia stood over the stove, stirring soup like a woman who’d survived something real.

That night, after Scott went to bed, I left the combination codes on the kitchen table.

Lydia asked why.

I told her the truth.

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