My name is Jenna, and when my family died, I inherited houses filled with memories and secrets. The weight of loss was only matched by the bitterness of betrayal and endless family feuds that followed. As I fought to protect what little remained, I discovered what it truly means to stand alone against those you once called your own.
I never imagined that a single phone call could shatter the calm of my life: the day I learned I’d inherited $135,000. My husband, Gregory, saw it as a windfall for his dreams—but I knew the money meant more for our son’s future than for renovations on a place that isn’t even ours. Now, with his ex-wife and stepchildren circling, I’m forced to fight for what I believe is right, even if it tears our family apart.
– “I feel like I’m being torn apart. She says I’m causing a rift between her sons,” sighs Evelyn. The issue arose when Evelyn decided to give her house to her eldest grandson once he graduates from college. She informed her daughter and son-in-law about her decision. Currently, the grandson is studying abroad but plans to return to the U.S. Evelyn wants to help him settle into life back home. However, this decision has caused tension within the family.
