Arabella had spent years working hard, saving every extra penny for her dream home. But she never imagined that her own husband and in-laws would try to steal what she had worked so hard for. The betrayal left her with a tough choice—keep the peace or fight for what was rightfully hers. She still remembers the exact moment she realized her marriage was a mistake. It wasn’t during one of her husband Nathan’s lazy weekends, where he spent hours playing video games while she worked extra shifts. It wasn’t even

Valentine’s Day wasn’t just about chocolates and roses for Melanie and me. It was also our first wedding anniversary—a day that was supposed to be filled with love and unforgettable memories. When she first suggested getting married on Valentine’s Day, it had seemed like the ultimate romantic gesture. But as the day approached, I realized the pressure I had put on myself. This wasn’t just an anniversary; it was also our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. The expectations were sky-high, especially since Melanie had always loved grand gestures

I gathered my family under one roof, hoping to spend quality time with them, to feel the warmth of shared stories and laughter. But that night, I heard whispers behind closed doors—secret plans, hushed betrayals, conversations filled with hidden agendas. My children thought I was too old to notice, too frail to understand. They were wrong. If they were going to play their games, then so would I. And I would make the rules. I always said that when you reach old age, you have two choices: either become the