Cassandra thought she’d outmaneuvered everyone, but I don’t play emotional games—I play by the rules. I gathered all the legal documents, confirmed my parents were still the rightful owners, and invited Cassandra to lunch. She mistook my calm for surrender. I let her talk, even fed her a fake plan about selling the house for care funds, just long enough to record her confession.
Then I walked out. Three days later, I returned—with an eviction notice and a police escort. Her shocked face when the officer handed her the paperwork? Priceless. Within a week, my parents were back where they belonged, and Cassandra was out. As Mom gently placed her favorite floral centerpiece back on the table, she whispered, “I thought this was gone.” I smiled and told her I’d kept it safe—just like I’d always planned.