Mo and Alex’s first home was a dream, made possible by Mo’s loving parents. But at their housewarming party, that dream turned into a nightmare.

Barbara, Alex’s mother, stood before the guests. “Mo’s parents gave you this place, didn’t they?” she mused. “Well, Katie needs it more.”

Alex, shockingly casual, added, “Babe, we could stay with Mom for a while. Your parents can help us again.”

Mo’s stomach tightened. Her mother’s hand stilled on her wine glass. Her father set his fork down with a sharp clink.

Debbie, ever composed, folded her napkin. “I didn’t raise my daughter to be anyone’s fool,” she said softly. “If you want her home, take her to court. You’ll lose.”

Mo handed Alex an envelope. His face paled. “What the hell is this?”

“The deed,” Mo replied. “It’s in my name. Thanks to my parents.”

Barbara’s face contorted. “But—”

“Oh, we saw this coming,” Mo’s dad cut in. “We made sure our daughter was protected.”

Alex sputtered. “So you’re kicking me out?”

“No, Alex,” Mo said, calm and cold. “You did that yourself.”

A week later, Alex begged for another chance over coffee. “I love you,” he whispered.

Mo sipped her latte. “I believe you,” she said. “But love doesn’t fix betrayal.”

She set down her cup, her decision final. As Alex left, the coffee was hot, bitter… and cleansing.