My mom placed her hand on the will and stared me straight in the eye: «You’re not getting a single cent!» «Alright,» I smiled. «Then don’t expect a dime from me.» I slowly put down my knife and fork, then stood up. That’s when the nightmare began….

All they had to offer was anger, threats and insults. I gripped my phone tightly, then slowly pressed block number. One by one their names faded, disappearing from my contact list.

For the first time in years, I felt peace. I knew they would try to come back, but at least for tonight, I could sleep without the weight of their demands and accusations pressing down on me. I set my phone down, took a sip of wine, and for the first time in years, I smiled.

I was free. Three weeks passed in a dangerous silence. After blocking their numbers, I had enjoyed a rare period of peace.

No more guilt-tripping calls. No more blame-filled messages. No more relentless demands.

I focused on work, built new routines, and for the first time in years, I lived without the suffocating weight of obligation. But I wasn’t naive enough to think it was over. And I was right.

On Friday afternoon as I sat in a conference room waiting for a client presentation, my phone buzzed violently. A message from my mother. Mom, Sophia, the family is having an important meeting, you need to be there, 7 PM, the old house.

This is not an invitation, it’s your responsibility. Family meeting. I closed my eyes, irritation flaring inside me.

This wasn’t a goodwill gesture, this was an ambush. I could ignore it. I could go on with my new life.

But some foolish part of me. Some part that still stupidly believed in miracles. Wanted to see what they would do next.

I sent back a single word. Fine. When I arrived, Parker’s BMW and Olivia’s obnoxiously pink Mini Cooper were already neatly parked in the driveway.

As I stepped onto the porch, my mother opened the door almost instantly, a fake smile plastered on her face. Sophia, you finally decided to come home. I stepped inside.

The once familiar house, now felt suffocating. My father sat in the center of the living room, his face serious. Parker and Olivia lounged on the couch, their eyes glinting with triumph.

Something was very wrong. Slowly I pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed my legs, and folded my arms. So, I said flatly, what is this about? My father cleared his throat, his gaze sharp.

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 doorframe, 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. Like a- 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…