She ordered me out like I was nothing. No shouting, no chaos—just a deadline and the threat of my suitcase dumped on the lawn. I walked away convinced I was escaping their mess for good. I was wrong. The calls started. The accusations, the demands, the twisted guilt. Then came the eviction, the betrayal from her own flesh and bloo… Continues…
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