When I found my 86-year-old granddad sitting on his porch with a suitcase and trash bags, clutching a wounded puppy, I knew my stepmom had crossed a line. What she didn’t know was that I’d been waiting two years for this moment.

After Grandma died, Dad and my stepmom, Linda, moved in “to help” Granddad. At first, I believed them. But soon, Grandma’s photos and belongings vanished, replaced by things that suited Linda’s taste. Granddad never complained, just faded into the background, carrying his grief in silence.

Then he found a puppy, Penny, abandoned by the roadside. For the first time in years, he had hope again. Penny became his shadow, his reason to smile.

Last weekend, I drove over to surprise him—only to find him kicked out of his own house because Linda said a “crippled mutt” ruined the home’s value. She told him to either get rid of Penny or leave.

I took Granddad and Penny to a hotel, then went back to gather proof. The next day, with a hidden camera, I caught Linda bragging about how she’d kicked him out, calling the house her future fortune.

At dinner that night, I played the recording for her. Then I told her the truth: the house was still legally Granddad’s. If she didn’t move out immediately, the video would go viral.

Two weeks later, Dad came home, saw the footage, and was furious. Linda was gone within a month—divorced and disgraced.

Now Granddad and Penny are back where they belong. He calls her his “shadow soldier.”

“Kiddo,” he told me last Sunday, “I thought I’d lost everything when your grandma died. Turns out, I still have the most important thing—a family that fights for each other.”