Daniel chose his mother after she hu:mi:liated me at dinner. I walked out without fighting back because at noon, I was returning with proof that their beloved mansion was legally mine.

I reached her office.

“Daniel filed a petition claiming your grandfather’s transfer was fraudulent,” she said. “He’s asking the court to freeze your control of the property.”

“On what basis?”

“Marriage.”

Rebecca turned her laptop toward me.

Daniel claimed the mansion had become marital property because we had supposedly agreed to use it as our primary residence after Patricia moved out.

We had never discussed anything like that.

Then Rebecca showed me the attachment.

A postnuptial agreement bearing my signature.

“That isn’t mine.”

“I know. But it gets worse.”

The