While recovering from surgery overseas, I missed one of the most important days of my life — my daughter Ava’s wedding. Heartbroken to be away, I sent a powerful gift from afar: a house and a car, both placed legally in my name but meant entirely for Ava and her new husband. It was my way of showing love and support, even at a distance. Months later, I returned home and decided to visit unannounced. I expected joy and warm welcomes, but instead, I walked into a tense and uncomfortable home. Ava looked tired, quiet,
and oddly reserved. Her in-laws, Charles and Linda, were there — not as guests, but as if they owned the place. They barked orders at Ava, treated her like hired help, and spoke about “their” home and “their” car with complete entitlement. I quickly realized the truth: