I finally bought our dream home, and on day one my husband said: “my mom, my sister, and the kids are moving in, you don’t get a say!” he drove off to get them. And that evening, they froze at what they saw inside…

“No.” My voice sharpened. “You chose them every single time. You don’t get to choose me now.”

He started to say something, but I ended the call.

I blocked him.

Then Olivia.

Then Kelly.

For three whole hours, my phone was silent.

And for the first time in years, I could breathe without feeling like I was asking permission.

But peace doesn’t last long when you’ve ruined a bully’s plans.

They couldn’t reach me.

So they escalated.

By evening, I started getting messages from unknown numbers.

They weren’t just angry.

They were desperate.

One text said:

“THE DIVORCE IS INVALID. YOU ARE STILL FAMILY.”

Another:

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO US. WE KNOW PEOPLE.”

I stared at the messages and felt something cold crawl up my spine.

Olivia had always been the type to threaten. But she’d never been backed into a corner like this before.

So she was turning feral.

I knew one thing:

If I kept ignoring them, they would show up at my office. My new apartment. Somewhere public where they could create a scene.

And Olivia loved scenes.

The best way to end this… was to end it face-to-face.

On my terms.

In a place with witnesses.

And cameras.

Two days later, I called Larry from a private number.