Stormed into the living room, where Beth and her daughters were sitting. My mind was racing with anger and disbelief. How could they treat my daughter this way?

“Beth, we need to talk. Now,” I said, my voice trembling with barely controlled fury.

Beth looked up, surprised by the intensity in my voice. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Amy told me everything,” I replied, my eyes flashing. “How you and your daughters took over her room, ruined her clothes, and moved her to the basement. This is completely unacceptable!”

Jess and Chelsea exchanged uneasy glances while Beth shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “It was just a temporary arrangement,” Beth began, trying to defend their actions. “Chelsea needed space for the baby, and we thought the basement would be fine for Amy.”

“The basement is not fine for anyone, especially not my daughter!” I shot back. “She deserves to feel safe and comfortable in her own home. What you’ve done is cruel and unfair.”

Chelsea, who had been silent until now, spoke up. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just needed space for the baby, and Amy’s room was the best option.”

I shook my head, my anger boiling over. “That doesn’t justify bullying Amy and destroying her belongings. You all owe her a huge apology, and we need to fix this immediately.”

I turned to Amy, who was standing in the doorway, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “Amy, go back to your room. We’ll sort this out right now.”

Jess and Chelsea started to protest, but I silenced them with a look. “If you can’t treat Amy with respect and kindness, you won’t be staying here. This is her home too, and she deserves to feel safe and valued.”

Beth finally seemed to grasp the severity of the situation. “You’re right. I should have handled this better. I’m so sorry, Amy. We’ll make this right.”

I spent the rest of the evening helping Amy move back into her room, making sure everything was just as she liked it. We replaced the ruined clothes, and I promised her that I would never let anyone mistreat her again.

The next day, I sat down with Beth, Jess, and Chelsea to discuss the rules of the house. “This is a home for everyone,” I began. “We need to treat each other with respect and kindness. That means no more bullying, no more taking over each other’s spaces, and no more destroying belongings. If anyone has a problem, we talk about it and find a solution together.”

Jess and Chelsea nodded reluctantly, while Beth squeezed my hand, showing her support. “We’ll do better,” she said, her voice sincere. “I’m sorry for everything, Amy.”

Amy, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. “Thank you, Dad. And thank you, Beth. I just want us to get along.”

Over the next few weeks, there was a noticeable change in the household. Jess and Chelsea made a genuine effort to be kinder to Amy, and Beth and I worked hard to ensure that everyone felt included and valued. Chelsea found another room to set up her nursery, and we all helped to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

In time, the tension eased, and a new sense of harmony settled over the house. It wasn’t always easy, but we were learning to live together as a family, respecting each other’s needs and boundaries.

And through it all, Amy knew that she was loved and protected, no matter what challenges came our way.