My Stepmother Kicked Me Out After Dad Died — She Didn’t Expect Who Came Next

The lawyers confirmed it. Cheryl’s fake charm turned to rage, but she couldn’t do a thing. She had one hour to pack. As security watched her go, suitcase in hand, she didn’t say a word. Just walked out of the house like a ghost — defeated. That night, I stayed in my old room. Everything still smelled like Dad — cedar, aftershave, and warm Sunday mornings. The house didn’t feel heavy anymore. It felt like mine. Because it was.

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