This was outrageous! She even brought her daughter over and was staying in the guest room, which I had designed for Amy.

I angrily opened the guest room door and nearly lost it.

The pink bunk bed I had designed for my daughter was now piled with smelly dirty clothes and socks.

The creamy-white walls were plastered with nearly nude male portraits.

The desk was cluttered with snack wrappers and leftover instant noodle boxes.

I even spotted a bloody sanitary pad by the bed.

The mixed odors made me almost throw up; it was disgusting.

What kind of filthy person could mess up a room like this?

I couldn't hold back any longer and glared at Dwayne.

"Get out! All of you, get out of my house with your wife and daughter!"

Dwayne quickly covered my mouth, afraid Yvette would hear.

"Ariana, Chelsea is also your sister-in-law; be a bit more understanding and don't shout like that."

Get away from me! Who the hell is my sister-in-law? I wouldn't acknowledge it.

I pushed him away hard.

"Move out! Get out now!"

Just then, the door was opened from the outside, and a girl in a tank top and shorts walked in.

No need to say, this must be Yvette's daughter, Chelsea.

She paused upon seeing me at the door and quickly turned to ask Yvette.

"Mom, who is she?"

Yvette looked at me with disdain.

"A freeloader."

Chelsea's face broke into a mocking smile.

"Oh, I get it, you're that daughter-in-law of Uncle Dwayne's, the one who does nothing but rely on others."

What the hell! I rely on others? I've been working every day except for my maternity leave!

She looked to be in her twenties but spoke so harshly.

"I see you have a kid here; are you planning to have my mom take care of your child during summer break? Let me tell you, get lost! Don't think you can take advantage of my mom."

"Since you're back today, I'll make it clear: my mom marrying Uncle Dwayne was a huge sacrifice, so you all must take responsibility for her future care."

"My mom doesn't have high expenses; 10,000 dollars a month is enough. Uncle Dwayne also said this house will eventually be left to me and my mom, so don't even think about it."

The more I heard, the more outrageous it became.

The house I worked so hard to buy is to be left to her and her mother, and I was supposed to give her mom 10,000 dollars a month for living expenses?

What a pipe dream!

I couldn't take it anymore and went into the bedroom to grab the property deed.

But after searching the bedside cabinet for a while, I found nothing; my property deed was missing.

There was no doubt, it must have been Dwayne's doing; there was no one else.

I glared at him in anger.

"Give it back to me?"

His face twitched a few times.

"What do you mean by giving it back to you? I don't know what you're talking about."

I originally wanted to give him some face, but now it seems unnecessary.

"Property certificate, bring me my property certificate."

His eyes narrowed, with a hint of threat.

"Ariana, I'm your father-in-law. How can you talk to me like that?"

How dare he even call himself a father-in-law?

I continued to demand.

"Return my property certificate."

Yvette walked over, rummaging through the drawer under the closet and then threw a booklet at me.

"Is this what you're looking for? Here, let's see if you can take it with you."

It was the property deed! So, she had just hidden it in a different place. I held the document, ready to kick them out; I couldn't let them live in my home.

"This is my house! I never agreed to you living here; pack up and move out today!"

Yvette and Chelsea exchanged looks, unable to keep straight faces.

After a while, Chelsea finally said.

"Ariana, where do you get the nerve? Open it and see whose house this really is."

I sensed something wrong from their confident tone.

I quickly opened the property certificate, and my heart skipped a beat. I could hardly believe it.

Impossible, this was clearly my house. I personally paid the money and handled the documents.

But now it clearly stated Dwayne as the homeowner.