My daughter screamed: “Pay your rent or get out!” – and i left. She didn’t know i owned the house. I secretly sold it for $840,000. When they started evicting her, she called me in a panic, but my response stunned her…Every morning I wake up at 6 o’clock, hearing Gina in the kitchen packing breakfast. She knocks on my door to check if I’m alive, then serves oatmeal, obsessed with saving every dime. I live in the house I’ve secretly owned for years, paying her “rent” from my hidden lottery winnings of $1,800,000.
Gina demands more for utilities, claiming bills are rising. When I say I can’t afford it, she raises her voice, folding her arms. Either you increase your share by $500 a month, or you look for another place to live. I’m no longer going to subsidize your life at the expense of my family’s well-being.
Shocked by her ultimatum, I pack my suitcases quietly. My whole life fits into two suitcases and a box. Avery sees me leaving, hugs me tightly, but Gina is at work. I take a cab to a small apartment downtown, affordable on my “pension.”
She doesn’t know the house belongs to me, bought after Vivian’s death to protect the money from my greedy children. Hurt and determined, I call realtor Raymond Prescott. We list the house confidentially for $890,000, but I accept $840,000 cash from buyers eager to move in.
Weeks pass as showings happen while Gina’s at work. The deal closes, and eviction notices start. Gina calls in a panic, her voice trembling with desperation. But my response stunned her… Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI