he declared, “If you’re treating Natasha like this, you’re the one who’s leaving. As ofnow, she stays, and you’re cut off. House, money, everything. Gone.” Logan was speechless. Brenda looked horrified. After they left, Mr. Duncan turned to me and revealed his original reason for coming: he’d wanted to offer support for fertility treatments. But instead,

he witnessed the betrayal firsthand. True to his word, he transferred the house to me and cut Logan off completely. Days later, Logan showed up, disheveled and desperate, begging me to help him reconnect with his grandfather. He didn’t apologize—he just wanted back in. So I gave him what he deserved: “You made your bed. Lie in it.” Then I shut the door in his face. I might have lost a husband, but I gained something far better—freedom, clarity, and a powerful reminder of who I really am.