
My Young Stepmom Demanded I Pay Rent to Live In My Childhood Home After Dad’s Death—but She Didn’t Expect What I Did Next
The House Was Always Hers When Jenelle’s father died, she flew home full of grief. But instead of comfort, she got something completely unexpected—a bill. A rent bill. From her stepmother, Elizabeth. The same woman who used to be Jenelle’s mean middle school teacher. The worst part? Elizabeth didn’t know one very important thing. The house didn’t belong to her. It was Jenelle’s. And that changed everything. The house still smelled like Dad. Cedarwood and fresh coffee. And just a bit of that cologne he always sprayed too much of