“This house belongs to my son, so from today it is mine too,” Evelyn said firmly as one of her nieces dragged my expensive mattress toward the dark garden cellar.
I had just returned from Houston after twelve grueling days spent closing a massive cybersecurity contract for an international firm.
I was completely exhausted, my head was spinning with technical meetings, delayed flights, and constant midnight calls.
All I wanted was to finally reach my villa in Aspen Creek, kick off my high heels, open a cold bottle of wine, and sleep in my own comfortable bed.
I had bought that magnificent house entirely by myself with eight hundred thousand dollars paid in full cash.
That money came after ten years of working without a single vacation, without any inheritances, and without any help from anyone else in the world.
Every single wall, every designer lamp, and every tree in the manicured garden had been carefully chosen by me.
It was more than just a building because it was my personal refuge from a very demanding world.
However, when I opened the front gate that evening, I felt as if I were walking into a loud party hosted by a complete stranger.
There were large pickup trucks blocking my driveway, and several children were running wildly across the freshly mowed lawn.
Loud country music was blasting from the speakers, and dozens of empty bottles were scattered across the expensive marble dining table.
In my private living room sat various uncles, cousins, sisters in law, and many people I barely even recognized.
In the center of the chaos, acting as if she were the rightful owner of the estate, sat Evelyn, my mother in law, drinking coffee from my favorite hand painted cup.
“Oh, Allison, you are finally here,” she said without even bothering to move from her comfortable spot.
“We actually thought you were going to take a lot longer to finish your business trip,” she added with a dismissive wave of her hand.
