My 40-Year-Old Son Hired a Lawyer to Sue Me to Get My House but Karma Stepped in Harshly

Brian rolled his eyes. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes,” he muttered, heading back to his car. He was so sure of himself, so smug.

Once he was out of earshot, the lawyer turned to me, a small grin spreading across his face. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Mary?” he said softly.

Suddenly, it hit me like a wave. This wasn’t just any lawyer. This was James. My James. My high school sweetheart. We had been inseparable back then, but life took us in different directions, and we lost touch. And now, here he was—working for my son, of all people.

“James?” I whispered, still in disbelief.

He nodded, his eyes warm with recognition. “It’s me. And don’t worry, I’ve got your back. Let’s go inside.”