By the time Daniel and Chloe came back from their celebratory dinner, the locks had already been changed. The porch light cast a dim glow over the sidewalk, where their suitcases sat neatly in a row.
I stood inside, listening to the inevitable explosion.
“The hell—?” Daniel muttered before rattling the doorknob.
When it didn’t budge, he pounded on the door.
“Grandma!
What the hell is this?!”
I took my time, sipping a cup of coffee before stepping up to the door. Slowly, I knelt and flipped open the mail slot.
“You wanted me gone, dear,” I said sweetly, my voice dripping with satisfaction.
“Well, now you get to see what it’s like.“
His face appeared in the slot, red with fury. “You can’t do this!
This is my house!”
I laughed.
“Oh, honey.
You really should’ve read the fine print.”
Chloe, who had been scrolling through her phone, sighed. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing, Daniel.“
I shut the mail slot and walked away, humming to myself.
I never saw him again.
A month later, I sold the house and moved into a charming retirement community.
I spent the money on myself for once—traveled, took up painting, and made friends who cared.
And Daniel?
Last I heard, Chloe dumped him the moment she realized he was homeless.
So yes, I got the last laugh.
And oh, it was glorious.
Source: amomama
