I heard him huff.
“It doesn’t matter. You got the message. This is your last night. The movers are coming at nine. I expect you and your junk to be gone. Mom and I are being generous—giving you the weekend.”
“And Mr. Peters?”
I asked, a little thrill running through me.
“Is he coming, too?”
“Mr. Peters’ work is done. He’s on retainer,”
Andrew said, clearly puffing himself up.
“This is a family matter now. Just be out, Hannah. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“I have no intention of making this hard,”
I said, my voice smooth as glass.
“In fact, I plan to make it very, very easy.”
“Good. For once you’re being smart. See you tomorrow,”
he sneered, and hung up.
I smiled, took a sip of tea, and called David Chen.
“They’re confirmed. Nine a.m.”
“Excellent,”
David replied.
“I’ll be there at eight. Sergeant Miller will be there at eight-thirty.”
“You just relax, Hannah. The board is set. They just have to walk into the checkmate.”
I barely slept.
Not from fear.
From electricity.
This was the moment I took my life back.
This was the end of being the responsible doormat.
The first confrontation was coming.
I knew they expected me to be in tears—frantically throwing clothes into boxes.
They expected weakness.
They had forgotten—or maybe never learned—that I was my grandfather’s granddaughter.
And he never backed down from a bully.
When they showed up, I planned to be sitting on the porch drinking coffee like I was waiting for a friend.
My calm would be the first blow.
My words—You might want to read the name on the title again—would be the second.
I had planned to say it on Friday.
But this was better.
Letting them show up with movers.
Letting them turn it into a public, undeniable spectacle.
It was a strategic masterstroke.
I laid out my clothes for the next morning: a crisp navy-blue pantsuit.
I was going to my own home dressed not as a victim—
but as the owner.
Saturday morning dawned bright and painfully clear, the kind of beautiful autumn day that felt like a mockery of the coming storm.
I was up at six.
Showered.
Dressed in my navy pantsuit.
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