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I turned around, and there, stepping out of a sleek black BMW, was Mr. Duncan, Logan’s grandfather. And he looked confused.
Now, if there’s one thing everyone in town knows is that Mr. Duncan can be tough. He built a family fortune from nothing. Therefore, he had big expectations from all his children and grandchildren.
At first, I thought being an in-law in the family would be difficult because of him. But for reasons I never understood, he’d treated me amazingly from the very beginning. He loved me with his grandson.
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An old man smiling | Source: Gemini
An old man smiling | Source: Gemini
Yet, I was still afraid of what would happen as he took in the scene with my belongings on the lawn, a strange woman on the porch, and Logan nowhere to be seen.
« Logan, babe, come out here! » Brenda called out, worried.
And the sound of her voice had Mr. Duncan frowning at first. Then, his expression changed from confusion to pure anger.
« What the hell is going on here?! » Mr. Duncan’s voice boomed as Logan came outside with his mouth hanging open.
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An older man looking angry | Source: Gemini
An older man looking angry | Source: Gemini
« Grandpa, we had no idea you were coming over today, » he started, swallowing thickly. « This is not the best time. We’re dealing with a private thing. You wouldn’t understand. »
« Logan, I might be old, but I get exactly what’s happening, » Mr. Duncan responded in his thick voice. « I only asked because I didn’t want to believe my eyes. »
« Grandpa, » Logan tried, but he didn’t get another word in.
« It looks like you’ve kicked my favorite granddaughter-in-law out of the house, and you’re shacking up with that tramp. Did I get anything wrong? » Mr. Duncan continued sharply, and I didn’t feel bad at his insult to Brenda.
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A old man pointing in accusation | Source: Gemini
A old man pointing in accusation | Source: Gemini
« Grandpa, Natasha, and I… we’re done. She doesn’t belong here anymore. »
« And who gave you the right to decide that? » Mr. Duncan’s eyebrows rose. He glanced at me for a second with a tender look before looking back at Logan.
« Let me remind you that this house belongs to me. I’ve let you live here because you were starting a family, together, » he continued. « But if you’re going to treat Natasha like she’s disposable, you can consider yourself out. Effective immediately. »
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An old man pointing and yelling | Source: Gemini
An old man pointing and yelling | Source: Gemini
Logan’s face went pale. « What… what are you saying? »
Mr. Duncan didn’t even blink. « I’m saying that Natasha will stay, and you will leave. Not only that but as of right now, I’m cutting you off. Consider all my money and support gone. You think you can act like this? Disrespect your wife and make our family look bad for some early midlife crisis and a 20-year-old gold digger? Not on my watch! »
« Grandpa! »
Two people on a front porch, shocked | Source: Gemini
Two people on a front porch, shocked | Source: Gemini
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« Leave now! »
***
Once Logan and Brenda were gone, Mr. Duncan ushered me inside and revealed why he came by in the first place. « Natasha, I heard from my son about you and Logan’s issues with fertility, and I came here to offer to pay for IVF. »
« Oh, sir, » I croaked. My emotions were finally surfacing.
« But it seems I arrived just in time to see this disaster instead. You don’t deserve any of this, » he continued, and I almost couldn’t handle his kindness.
An old man looking kindly at someone | Source: Gemini
An old man looking kindly at someone | Source: Gemini
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I swallowed the lump in my throat. « Thank you, Mr. Duncan… I… I didn’t know what to do, so I just started packing my car. »
He put a reassuring hand on my shoulder while shaking his head. « No need for that. Consider this house yours. I’ll handle all the paperwork, and make it official. It’s also my apology for not raising a better grandson. »
I nodded as tears fell from my eyes.
In the days that followed, Mr. Duncan made good on his word. My name went on the deed, and Logan was cut off from his family’s money and support.
A document with the name Natasha on it | Source: Midjourney
A document with the name Natasha on it | Source: Midjourney
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I heard through the grapevine that Brenda didn’t stick around long after she realized the bank accounts were closed off, and apparently, Logan was couch-surfing between friends.
It must have been a blow to his ego because he came crawling back only a week after that scene in my front yard.
He was still in the same clothes as that day and looked terrible.
A dishelved man on the porch | Source: Gemini
A dishelved man on the porch | Source: Gemini
« I made a mistake. I have nothing left. The rest of my family won’t help me. Can you please call my grandfather? He’ll listen to you, » Logan blurted with no preamble. « I can’t live like this. »
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There was no apology or true remorse for what he did for me. He only regretted losing the money and influence of his family.
So, I got to say the words every person in my position wants to. « Nope! You made your bed, lie in it! » It was cliché and cruel, but believe me, it was so satisfying at that moment.
A woman smiling smugly | Source: Gemini
A woman smiling smugly | Source: Gemini
His expression changed to anger immediately, and before he could barrel some insults at me, I slammed the door in his face. I still heard his shouting, but his words rolled off me in that high from that payback.