His face changed.
“The ranch is mine,” I continued. “Every acre. Every right.”
Claire frowned. “Prove it.”
“I already have.”
Within the hour, my lawyer arrived. So did the sheriff.
Documents were presented. Notices were issued.
What they thought was theirs… never was.
Their plans unraveled quickly.
Ethan looked at me, no longer confident.
“Mom… please.”
But something had already changed.
“No,” I said. “You made your choice.”
Months later, the ranch remained exactly as it was—protected, peaceful, and still mine.
