Chapter 5
“My wedding is scheduled in less than a month!” Paige sobbed hysterically. “What am I supposed to tell Derek now when he expects this house as part of my wedding settlement?”
“Tell him the absolute truth,” I answered without hesitation. “Tell him that you claimed ownership over wealth your brother earned through hard labor while you left your sick sister-in-law to starve without medical care.”
The notary officially confirmed that the property donation had been completely voluntary, that all legal consequences had been fully explained beforehand, and that the deed transfer was already being processed at the county records office. My lawyer added that any legal challenge they attempted would fail, given the overwhelming evidence of financial tracking, written deception, and documented abuse.
I did not want to transform the evening into a public spectacle, so I granted them three full days to pack their personal clothing and individual belongings. I also made it explicitly clear that they were legally barred from approaching or contacting Gwen, as the police officers officially handed them temporary protection orders.
My mother glared at me with deep hatred as I turned to leave.
“The entire town will know that you threw out the mother who gave you life!” she screamed after me.
“And they will also learn exactly why I did it,” I replied calmly.
Over the next three days, Margaret frantically phoned uncles, cousins, neighbors, and our local pastor, claiming that Gwen had put a dark spell on me and that a manipulative woman had destroyed our family.
However, she did not anticipate that I would break my silence.
I gathered our extended family members together in the courtyard, not to publicly humiliate anyone, but because my mother had already spread her distorted narrative. I presented the official wire receipts, the bank statements, the medical diagnostics, and a short clip from the birthday video.
My Aunt Brenda, who had spent years admiring my mother’s expensive gold jewelry, covered her mouth in absolute shock.
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“Margaret, did you truly know that poor girl had cancer and refused to give her even bus fare?” Aunt Brenda asked in horror.
My mother feebly claimed that Gwen was exaggerating her illness, but our neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, spoke up firmly from the front gate.
