Nicole made a single phone call: “It’s time.” Barbara moved in that evening. And the next morning, Mike was calling Nicole in a panic. “Your mother’s in my house!” “Our house,” Nicole corrected sweetly. “Remember that contract you signed?” In the background, she could hear Barbara loudly criticizing his snacks,

TV shows, and lack of proper cleaning supplies. Nicole just smiled and sipped her coffee, finally free. Mike had won the house—but inherited her mother with it. And Nicole? She got exactly what she wanted: her peace, her freedom, and a front-row seat to the chaos.