When Carla got a call about noisy tenants in her late father’s house, she was confused—it was supposed to be empty. But when she drove out, what she found wasn’t just a party—it was betrayal. Her husband had secretly rented the place to his friends. Grief has sharp teeth—and she was done staying silent.

She hadn’t touched the house since her father died. It was sacred, untouched. So seeing beer cans on the lawn, loud music blaring, and her husband’s buddy’s car in the driveway felt like a punch to the chest. Phil had gone behind her back and trashed what little she had left of her dad.

Phil had been flush with cash lately, vague about where it came from. Now she knew—he’d sold her grief to the highest bidder. But Carla didn’t scream or sob. She called Nate and made him a deal: help her teach Phil a lesson, or be evicted. He agreed. And they set the trap.

Phil panicked when Nate called claiming the house was on fire. He raced over, only to find everything intact—and Carla one step ahead. When she announced plans to sell the house, Phil snapped. But it was too late. He fled to a motel, fuming. The next day, he filed for divorce—demanding the house. Let her keep the ashes; he’d take what was still standing.