My Mother, Brother, and SIL Made My Life Hell After Moving Into My House—I Endured Them for Months Until I Finally Put Them in Their Place

Tyler cut me off with a laugh. “Not happening. You’re not going to kick out a pregnant woman, are you? That would be heartless.”

“This is my house,” I said. “Dad left it to me.”
“It’s the family home,” Mom snapped, entering the kitchen. “They’re starting a family. What’s wrong with you? Have some compassion!”

All three of them stared at me like I was the villain.

“Fine,” I said at last, setting the plate down before it shattered. “But things need to change.”

Tyler scoffed as he opened the fridge. “Sure thing, princess.”