My Mom Demanded I Give the Inherited House to My Sister After Grandpa’s Funeral

After my grandfather Ezra’s funeral, grief mixed with family secrets. Ezra had always been my safe place, unlike my distant mother, Lenora, and resentful sister, Marianne.

At the service, Lenora demanded I sign over Ezra’s house to Marianne, hinting at a secret. Soon after, she sued, claiming I wasn’t Ezra’s biological grandson because of her affair and that Marianne was his rightful heir.

In court, I played a video Ezra had left. He admitted he knew the truth but chose me because of my love and loyalty. He made it clear the house was mine. The judge upheld the will.

Lenora’s confession fueled gossip, isolating her and Marianne. Marianne’s husband gained custody of their twins. I moved into Ezra’s house, painted it green, planted lavender, and found peace—knowing family is more than blood.