After Carla left, I cleaned the house and discovered a hidden letter and key from Dad. Inside was evidence of Carla’s affair with another man. Dad had known and made sure I would be protected after his death,
Months later, I had turned the house into a home again. Carla, now publicly ranting about me on social media, became a symbol of her own downfall. I smiled, knowing that karma had worked its magic, and my father’s clever planning had ensured I’d not just witness it, but run the show.