When my father passed away, I discovered he’d left me a house I’d never heard of. It seemed like a mistake until I found a woman living there, claiming it was hers. What she revealed shattered everything I knew.The day I went to the notary’s office, the weight of my father’s debts hung over me. I was already losing our home when the notary mentioned the house. “Another property,” he said. Confused and curious, I rushed to see it.Arriving at the house,

I found it beautiful yet unsettling. The lock was changed, and as I tried to enter, the door suddenly opened. A woman, Deborah, stood there, claiming the house as her own. She had lived there for twenty years, maintaining it as her home.Despite showing her the paperwork, she refused to leave. The tension was thick, and after consulting with my lawyer, I stayed the night. Deborah and I clashed daily,