My stepmother tried to throw me out of the house right after my father’s funeral, but in the end, karma handed her the exact fate she deserved
I’m Emily, 24, and life has been one blow after another. I was finishing college, working at a bookstore, and living with my boyfriend Ethan, the love of my life. Then one night, the police came to my door—Ethan had been killed in a car crash.
Grief consumed me, and soon I discovered I was pregnant—with twins. The pregnancy was high-risk, and I couldn’t live alone anymore. I turned to my dad, who welcomed me warmly, but his much-younger wife Veronica treated me like an intruder. Still, Dad’s love carried me through—until cancer took him within weeks.
Just days after his funeral, Veronica showed her true colors. She demanded I leave the house immediately, calling my babies “bastards.” When her boyfriend Mike tried to force me out, I called the police and escaped to a women’s shelter. That’s when I found the envelope Dad had left me—it contained the deed to the house in my name.
With police support, I returned and made Veronica leave. She later tried coming back, but was arrested with Mike for trespassing and harassment. Not long after, I gave birth to twin girls, Lily and Grace, in the home my father secured for us.
Dad’s final gift wasn’t just a house—it was protection, love, and the strength to start a new chapter.
