Just because of a piece of cake, my daughter-in-law broke the plate and kicked me out of the house—and I signed the eviction papers with flour still on my hands, while my lawyer asked, “Your family doesn’t know you just inherited eight million from your brother in Dallas, right?”

Emily staggered to her feet.

“You’re crazy. That can’t be true.”

I took the official inheritance documents from my bag and threw them on the table.

“Here are the papers, signed by lawyers in Dallas and Mexico. Every cent is documented and completely legal.”

Michael picked up the documents with shaking hands and began to read. His face grew paler with every page.

“This… this says you own multiple commercial properties, bank accounts with millions of dollars…”

“And also,” I interrupted, “I am the owner of all your debts.”

“Do you know what my collection agency is called? Justice Inc. A very fitting name, don’t you think?”

Emily collapsed onto the sofa as if she had been shot.

“You… you’re the company that’s collecting from us.”

“Of course. Did you think I was going to let strangers decide your fate? No, my dears. I wanted to have that pleasure personally.”

“But, Mom…” Michael looked like he was about to cry. “Why? Why would you do this to us?”

I approached him slowly, and my voice turned cold as steel.

“Why, Michael? You’re really asking me why?”

“We… we took care of you for five years.”

“Take care of me?” My laughter echoed through the house. “Michael, you treated me like a maid for five years. You humiliated me. You insulted me. You made me feel like a burden in my own house.”

“But we—”

“You kicked me out over a piece of cake,” I shouted, and it was the first time in years I had let all my rage out. “A stupid piece of cake. Do you know what it feels like to have your own son kick you out of the house for something so ridiculous?”

Michael started to cry.

“Mom, I… I didn’t want to. Emily was just so stressed.”

“Don’t give me excuses,” I yelled in his face. “You allowed that woman to treat me like trash. You chose to keep the peace with her instead of defending your mother.”

I turned to Emily, who seemed to be in shock.

“And you, dear daughter-in-law—you hated me so much you couldn’t even stand the sight of me. You charged me for breathing your air. You treated me worse than a stranger.”