He Wanted to Sell Our House for Her Trip, I Bought It Instead Chapter 06
After the divorce, Derek stalked me like a rabid dog.
Outside my office. Outside the apartment. Even outside Leo’s preschool.
“Clara, give me back the house!”
“That money belongs to the Vances!”
“Who the hell are you to take it?”
I called the cops.
First time, they talked him into leaving.
Second time, a warning.
Third time, five days in county jail.
The day he got out, Tiffany posted a long rant online.
[My brother’s ex-wife stole $400,000 from him. That old house was our family’s heritage. She knew about the condemnation and bought it cheap on purpose. She made our whole family homeless. This woman is pure evil!]
She attached a photo of Derek and an old picture of the house.
The comments exploded.
[Oh my god, that’s so awful!]
[Stole $400,000? That’s fraud, isn’t it?]
[Sue her! Get the house back!]
I looked at my phone and laughed.
Tiffany really thought people were that stupid?
I made a burner account. Didn’t say a word. Just dropped nine screenshots.
First: Derek’s bank transfer to Tiffany.
Second: Tiffany’s own post, [Just got a fat wire from my brother.]
Third: Brenda’s texts, [You’re not family. Why do you even care? Tiffany is our princess.]
…
Then Derek’s own words, “A son can earn his own house, but I only have one sister.”
My payroll records—every month, my entire paycheck transferred to Derek the day it landed.
Tiffany’s shopping history—designer bags, high-end skincare, cases of overpriced cherries.
The caption had one line: [Three years of marriage. I handed over every paycheck while my son and I lived on scraps. My sister-in-law got a European vacation on my family’s dime. And my son couldn’t even get a decent pair of pants.]
The tide turned instantly.
[Wait—plot twist!]
[So they sell the place for peanuts, and now that it’s worth a fortune, they want it back?]
[She blows all that cash on a vacation while her sister-in-law’s home recovering from giving birth alone? That’s disgusting.]
[Leeches. Ungrateful trash.]
[And the sister actually had the nerve to flex online. No shame at all.]
[That photo of the little boy’s pants with holes ripped my heart out. That woman’s been walked on for years, plain as day.]
Tiffany’s comments got overrun.
[You’re the sister who blew a fortune on Europe?]
[Your sister-in-law handed over every dime she made for three years and you couldn’t even buy your own nephew a pair of pants?]
[You’ve got the nerve to come after her online? No shame at all.]
[Tiffany lost it. She posted three times in a row.]
[What do you people know? That was my brother’s money!]
[I spend my brother’s money. None of your business!]
[Clara, you’re a bitch! You set me up!]
The more she cursed, the more excited the internet got.
Screenshots spread everywhere. [I spend my brother’s money] became a local trending topic.
Derek wasn’t doing so hot either.
His coworkers saw the posts and talked about them in their group chat.
[Did you see that thing about Derek Vance?]
[Sold a house worth a small fortune for peanuts. That’s some big brain energy right there.]
[His sister blows that kind of cash on a vacation and his own kid doesn’t even have pants?]
[And we’re supposed to work with this guy? Zero morals.]
Derek went to work the next day and found his desk covered in sticky notes full of mockery.
He ripped them all off and stormed to his boss’s office.
His boss sighed. “Derek, I can’t get involved in your family drama, but your reputation here is shot. Take some time off.”
Derek stood frozen in the doorway.
He wanted to explain. He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
Because those words—he’d actually said them.
Those things—he’d actually done them.
That night, my mom called me, laughing so hard she could barely talk.
“Clara, did you see? Derek got suspended! And someone dug up Tiffany’s old posts—all her flexing from before. The comments are nothing but people tearing her apart.”
I held Leo on the couch. “Yeah. I saw.”