My Parents Stole The House Grandpa Gave Me — They Had No Idea We Set A Trap

Part 2

Arthur reached for the sleek tablet placed discreetly beside his wine glass.

He slid it smoothly across the table toward my terrified parents.

He instructed Brian to press the play button, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

My father swallowed hard, extending his trembling fingers to touch the glowing screen.

The footage that began playing was from exactly three years ago.

It was filmed right after I had been pushed out of the house and forced to survive on my own.

In the crisp, clear video, my parents were smiling broadly in the spacious living room of the lakeside property.

A much younger-looking Heather stood right beside them, looking around with eager, greedy eyes.

My mother’s excited voice rang out from the speakers, marveling at how nice the house was.

My father’s recorded voice replied confidently that Arthur wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

He stated firmly that a place like that was far too good for someone like me to live in.

On the screen, my father gladly accepted a thick envelope full of cash from a real estate agent.

Heather immediately began begging him to use that money to send her to study abroad.

My father patted her head affectionately, assuring her that any dream of hers could effortlessly come true.

The video abruptly switched to another clip taken several months later.

It showed a completely unfamiliar family cheerfully moving their belongings into my home.

As the undeniable evidence played out, I stood up slowly from my chair.

I walked deliberately toward my parents from behind, stopping right at their shoulders.

I leaned down slightly and whispered that I had seen this footage for the very first time just three days ago.

My father tore his panicked eyes away from the screen, staring up at me in absolute shock.

He stammered in confusion, asking what I meant since I was supposed to have just arrived today.

I leaned even closer, letting my voice drop to a cold, mocking whisper.

I told him he had been completely fooled and that Arthur had returned three days ago.

I revealed that the person who had driven to the airport to pick him up was none other than me.

The faces of my parents and Heather all drained of color simultaneously.

I explained that when I met Arthur, he had actually cried when he saw how exhausted I looked.

That was the exact moment we realized we had both been deliberately lied to.

We hadn’t wasted any time; we went straight to the bank and checked every single transaction record.

Then we drove out to the lakeside house together and watched a strange family enjoy a barbecue on my property.

I placed both of my hands firmly on the edge of the dining table.

I made sure they understood that before I even stepped foot into this party, I already knew everything.

I knew they had forged my signature and rented out my house without my permission.

My father’s voice trembled as he asked if I had known all along and simply stayed silent.

I told him I made a bet with myself, giving them one absolute final chance to apologize.

I deliberately shook my head in utter disappointment, noting the miserable result was exactly what I had expected.

They had offered nothing but pathetic excuses and blatant lies.

I took a thick, heavy envelope from my bag and slammed it onto the table in front of them.

I pulled out a single, damning property management authorization form bearing my forged name.

I stated clearly that this was the fake document they used to sign the illegal rental contract.

As the heavy front door swung open to reveal two uniformed officers, the color vanished from my parents’ faces completely, and I finally asked the question they had been avoiding all night—how did it feel to lose everything?