After my father passed, my daughter-in-law cruelly threw my belongings onto the lawn, claiming she had inherited his house. But when my son, Matt, arrived, karma struck—his lawyer confirmed I was the rightful owner. Her smugness turned to shock.

Matt, disgusted by her betrayal, ended their marriage on the spot. She begged, but it was too late. She lost both the house and her husband. I stepped into my true home, finally at peace, knowing justice had been served.