Heather’s nerve hit a new low when she asked me to sell my land to fund her handbags and spa days. But when I found the legal papers she’d secretly prepared, I stopped playing nice. She thought I’d give in, but one quiet move unraveled everything.

When Heather married my son Matt, I welcomed her and treated her toddler like my own. I babysat, brought groceries, and even gifted her my grandmother’s china. I never expected thanks—I did it out of love, hoping to be part of their lives.

But soon, Heather’s complaints started. She pushed Matt to work harder, demanding more luxury and comparing him to others. Then she asked me to sell the land to fund their lifestyle. That land wasn’t just property—it was family legacy, and I refused.

After Heather threatened to leave with the kids to force money from us, I stood firm. The court saw through her lies and extravagant spending. Matt won full custody, and Heather vanished. I didn’t need to gloat—protecting my son and legacy was enough. Heather can keep her handbags; I’ll keep what truly matters.