I paid my family’s mortgage for 6 years

“We need to resolve this tension.”

I let out a dry chuckle.

“Tension? You mean the fact that I stopped paying for all of you?”

My mother exhaled, trying to keep her voice gentle.

“Sophia, you overreacted. Your father and I only wanted what was best for you.”

Parker scoffed.

“Did you even think before cutting us off like that? Do you not see how childish and selfish that was?”

I clenched my jaw.

“Childish? Selfish?”

My voice was dangerously low.

“I have kept this family afloat for over a decade. If anyone here is selfish, it’s all of you.”

Olivia crossed her arms, her voice soft but laced with poison.

“You’re acting like a victim. But let’s be real. You’re just mad because Mom and Dad didn’t leave you an inheritance, aren’t you?”

A cold fury burned in my chest.

I slowly stood up, my gaze sweeping across each of their faces.

“I came here because I thought maybe you had finally realized what you did wrong.”

I let out a sharp laugh.

“But no, you’re still the same leeches. Selfish. Ungrateful.”

My mother shot up from her seat, her voice sharp as a blade.

“If you walk out that door, don’t expect to be welcomed back.”

I stopped at the doorway, my hand gripping the doorknob.

I turned my head, locking eyes with her, my voice cold as ice.

“I never felt welcome here in the first place.”

Then I opened the door and walked away without looking back.

I drove home, my heart pounding against my ribs.

I didn’t know what they would do next, but I knew they wouldn’t let it go.

And just as I expected, the moment I arrived at my apartment, I froze.

My door was sealed shut.

A thick layer of grayish-white expanding foam covered the entire door frame, spilling over the edges, hardened like cement.

Someone had deliberately sabotaged my home.

I didn’t need to ask who.

My grip tightened around my phone, fury boiling in my veins.

I opened my security camera app, my pulse racing as I rewound the footage.

There he was, wearing a gray hoodie and a baseball cap, grinning smugly as he held a can of expanding foam, spraying it all over my door.

My hands clenched into fists.

Did they really think they could intimidate me?

Did they think I would crawl back, begging for forgiveness?

No.

I wasn’t letting them get away with this.

I stood in front of my sealed door, my breath heavy with anger.

I wasn’t shocked.

Nothing about them could surprise me anymore.