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

I carried them upstairs to Lydia’s bedroom. Everything in there screamed comfort and priority. Designer clothes. Expensive skincare. Jewelry neatly arranged. Luxury without interruption.

I packed it all.

Handbags. Shoes. Jewelry. Perfumes. Silk pajamas. Even her ridiculous heated eyelash curler.

I folded everything neatly, locked each suitcase, and carried them downstairs. I lined them up in the living room like a warning.

Then, I wrote a note: “To reclaim your belongings, report to Karma.” I drew a small smiley face, sat down, poured myself some tea, and waited.

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