My Tenants Wrecked Multiple Rooms in My Home — But Karma Caught Up with Them Before the Cops Did
After her father’s passing, Ella couldn’t bring herself to sell his countryside home—a modest house full of memories and the warmth of his hands-on care. Instead, she decided to rent it out, hoping to honor his legacy by finding tenants who would truly appreciate it.
Jodie and Brian seemed perfect: respectful professionals with a polite teenage son. For months, everything appeared smooth—rent paid on time, no complaints, friendly emails assuring her the home was peaceful.
Then one day, drawn by a sudden impulse, Ella planned a visit to retrieve an old box of her father’s tools from the attic. Jodie’s overly cheerful permission felt rehearsed, but Ella brushed it off.
When she arrived, the house was devastated. The once cherished home reeked of rot and neglect, with torn furniture and ruined carpets. The betrayal cut deeper than physical damage—it reopened wounds Ella thought had healed, forcing her into a painful journey of loss and resilience.
