One afternoon, I received a text from an unknown number telling me they knew I was in the city and warned me not to get clever. It was clearly Felicia trying to intimidate me, so I called Simon and asked him what our next step should be.
“She has a leased sedan and a mountain of credit card debt,” Simon told me over the phone. “You have a fortune and a team of experts, so it is time to stop playing the victim.”
He informed me that the luxury apartment complex where Derek and Felicia rented their home was currently facing financial trouble and was up for sale. The owner was desperate to offload the building, and Simon suggested that I buy it through a private holding company.
I didn’t hesitate for a second before giving him the green light to move five million dollars from the trust to make an all-cash offer. By the end of the week, I was the secret owner of the roof over my daughter-in-law’s head, and she didn’t have a clue.
Signing those closing documents in my cramped motel room felt like the first breath of fresh air I had taken since the funeral. I wasn’t motivated by simple revenge, but rather by the need to show Felicia that her power was an illusion she couldn’t afford to keep.
The eviction notices were delivered on the fifteenth of the month, giving all tenants in the building thirty days to vacate due to a change in ownership. It was a standard legal move, but for Felicia, it was a catastrophic blow to the status she craved so desperately.
She called me that evening, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and panic as she accused me of being behind the sale. I sat on my motel bed and calmly told her that I was a woman living in a cheap inn and had no idea what she was talking about.
Three days later, Derek called me sounding completely broken, explaining that he had just been laid off from his position at the firm. He asked if I could lend them some money to stay afloat, but I remembered the way he stayed silent when I was kicked out.
“The answer is no,” I said firmly, listening to the stunned silence on the other end of the line before he tried to protest.
He then dropped a bombshell, claiming that Felicia was pregnant and that they needed support now more than ever for the sake of the baby. I didn’t believe her for a second, knowing her history of using drama to get her way, so I asked if he had seen a doctor’s confirmation.
Derek admitted he had only seen a home test, which confirmed my suspicions that she was manufacturing a crisis to gain leverage. I told him that desperate people do desperate things, and his anger flared as he accused me of being heartless before he hung up.
I hired a private investigator named Sarah to look into the pregnancy claim, and she quickly discovered that Felicia had been faking the whole thing. Sarah obtained a copy of a lab report from a local clinic that showed Felicia wasn’t expecting and had never been.
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