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My Step-Children Laughed At My "Cheap" Jewelry And Demanded The House. They Didn't Know Anything....

"You can keep that tacky piece of junk, Evelyn. Seriously, do us a favor and take it with you. We don’t want that trash cluttering up our estate." That was the last thing my stepdaughter, Tiffany, said to me as she literally shoved my suitcase onto the porch. She was pointing at the necklace I was wearing—a heavy, clunky thing with stones that looked like oversized pieces of colored glass. To her, and to everyone else who had ever seen it, it looked like the kind of costume jewelry you buy for five dollars at a garage sale or win at a carnival game. It was gaudy. It was loud. It didn't match anything I owned. And as I stood there on the sprawling front porch of the house I had lived in for ten years, shivering in the cold evening air, I reached up and touched the cool stones. They were laughing. I could see Tiffany and her twin brother, Connor, standing in the doorway of the mansion my late husband, Robert, had built with his own two hands. They were clinking champagne glasses. Can you believe that? Their father had been in the ground for less than four hours. The dirt on his grave wasn't even settled yet, the funeral flowers were still fresh in the back of the hearse, and they were popping bottles of vintage Dom Perignon to celebrate kicking me out. "Don't look so pathetic, Evelyn," Connor sneered, leaning against the doorframe. He loosened his black tie, looking bored. "You knew this was coming. Dad’s gone. You were just the nursemaid he kept around for his old age. The ride is over. You get to keep your clothes and that hideous necklace because, frankly, it’s embarrassing to look at. But the house? The cars? The accounts? That belongs to family. Real family." I didn't say a word. I just stared at them. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs I thought they might hear it, but it wasn't from fear. It wasn't even from grief, though I missed Robert terribly. It was adrenaline. Pure, unadulterated adrenaline mixed with a secret so heavy it threatened to pull me to the ground. You see, they thought they were winning. They thought they had just pulled off the heist of the century, reclaiming their birthright from the evil, gold-digging stepmother. They saw a woman in her forties with a suitcase full of old clothes and a necklace that looked like it was made of plastic and glass. They saw a loser. But as I stood there, gripping the handle of my battered suitcase, I wasn't thinking about where I was going to sleep that night. I was thinking about the conversation I had with Robert three nights before he passed. I was thinking about the way his eyes had twinkled, even through the pain, when he pressed this "ugly" necklace into my hands and whispered the truth about what it really was. Hey, before I tell you exactly what Connor did next that made my blood boil, I want to do a quick roll call. I love seeing who is hanging out with me today. Pause the video for one second and drop a comment down below telling me what time it is where you are right now and which city you’re watching from. I always try to reply to the early comments! #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge