When my grandparents planted that apple tree fifty years ago, they had no idea it would one day spark a legal war, destroy the peace between neighbors, and grow into three towering monuments of revenge. I’m 35 now, living in the house my grandparents left me after they passed. It’s a small, cozy home I’ve been fixing up little by little — new paint, new floors — but still holding onto the things that remind me of them. The old kitchen tiles Grandma chose in the 1970s are still there.

When Kira was nineteen, her life changed forever. Her parents cast her out because she became pregnant with the boy she truly loved. Her father had other plans—he wanted to marry her off to his boss’s son. But Kira refused to give up on love, and most of all, she refused to give up on her unborn child. This is the story of her struggle, her heartbreak, and the miracle that gave her strength. Nineteen-year-old Kira sat stiffly at the kitchen table. The smell of roasted chicken filled the room,

At 52, I thought I’d seen every type of husband-stealing drama queen walk through life’s doors. But then came Amber—the kind of neighbor that turns a quiet street into a soap opera. She was young, blonde, fresh off a divorce, and armed with yoga pants and bad intentions. She thought she could make my husband her next trophy. Well, she picked the wrong marriage to mess with. Three months ago, a moving truck rolled up next door. Out stepped a blonde in stilettos at eight in the morning, barking orders