My stepmother called at 11:47 p.m. on the first night in the beach house I bought with my own money and told me she and my father were moving in the next day, that they were taking the master suite, that her daughter would get the best ocean-view room – Reading Times

Over the next eighty-three days, Gillian treated my house like a movie set for her perfect life. She ordered expensive orchids and complained that my kitchen was not suitable for serious entertaining.

Paige filmed videos for social media and called the house a family sanctuary while I lived in the small back room. I stayed quiet and continued to build a file of every financial inconsistency I could find.

Three weeks into their stay, Randall knocked on my door in the middle of the night. He looked older and filled with shame as he admitted that he should have protected me from Gillian years ago.

I showed him the forged documents and the evidence of the stolen money from his accounts. He went pale when he realized his wife had exploited his illness to strip him of his assets.