My Mom Demanded I Give the Inherited House to My Sister After Grandpa’s Funeral —

After my grandfather Ezra’s funeral, the weight of grief and family secrets pressed heavily. Ezra was my sanctuary, the only one who truly saw me, unlike my distracted mother, Lenora, or my resentful sister, Marianne. At the service, Lenora demanded I sign over Ezra’s house to Marianne, hinting at a family secret. She later sued, claiming I wasn’t Ezra’s biological grandson due to her affair, asserting Marianne’s claim as his true heir.

The courtroom was tense. I presented a video Ezra left, where he confirmed knowing I wasn’t his biological grandson but chose me for my love and care. He declared the house mine, dismissing Lenora and Marianne’s claims. The judge upheld Ezra’s will, ending the case.

Lenora’s public confession of her affair sparked gossip, isolating her and Marianne. Marianne’s husband, Tyler, won custody of their twins, citing her instability. I moved into Ezra’s house, painting it his favorite green and planting lavender. Visiting his grave with my dog, Cooper, I felt peace. Ezra was my true family, blood or not, and I needed no one else.