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By the time Daniel and Chloe returned from their celebratory dinner, the locks had already been changed. Their suitcases were neatly waiting on the porch.
Daniel grabbed the doorknob and shook it.
“Grandma! What the hell is this?!”
I took my time, sipping my tea before stepping up to the door. Then, slowly, I knelt and flipped open the mail slot.
“You wanted me gone, dear,” I said sweetly. “Now you get to see what that feels like.”
His furious face appeared in the slot, red with anger.
“You can’t do this! This is my house!”
I chuckled. “Oh, honey. You really should’ve read the fine print.”
Behind him, Chloe groaned. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing, Daniel.”
I shut the mail slot and walked away, humming.
I never saw him again.
A Happy Ending—For Me, At Least
A month later, I sold the house and moved into a lovely retirement community. I spent the money on myself—traveled, took up painting, and made real friends.
And Daniel?
Well.
Last I heard, Chloe dumped him the moment she realized he had nowhere to go.
So yes, I got the last laugh.
And oh, it was glorious.