My grandson made me leave because he thought I was a burden and needed space for his girlfriend, but in the end, I got my revenge.

Daniel, the grandson I raised, betrayed me. After his parents left, I cared for him, sharing Sunday pancakes and movie nights. When I fell ill, he convinced me to sign over my house, promising to care for me. As I recovered, he and his girlfriend Chloe demanded I leave, calling me a burden. Shocked, I was thrown out of my home.

But Daniel underestimated me. My lawyer had added a clause: if Daniel failed to provide me a home, the deed reverted to me. That morning, I called my lawyer, and by evening, the house was mine again. When Daniel returned, the locks were changed, his suitcases on the porch. Through the mail slot, I told him he’d face the consequences of his actions. I sold the house, moved to a retirement community, and embraced a vibrant life. Daniel? Chloe left him, and he was left with nothing. I got the last laugh, and it felt glorious.