I Knitted a Blanket from My Late Mom’s Sweaters for My Baby Brother – My Stepmother Threw It in the Dumpster, but Then My Grandma Made Her Regret It

Melissa was home when we arrived. She sat on the couch, holding Andrew.

The moment she saw Grandma, her eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”

“This time we’re finishing the conversation.”

Grandma stepped inside calmly. “I told you yesterday. This house belongs to me. I showed you the title deed.”

Just then, the front door opened again. Dad walked inside.

He froze when he saw everyone gathered in the living room. “What’s going on?”

Grandma addressed Melissa. “Do you want me to share the truth about how the two of you got together?”

Dad frowned.

Grandma folded her arms. “I knew Melissa had her sights on you long before your wife died.”

“Do you want me to share the truth?”

Dad stared. “What are you talking about?”

Grandma spoke calmly but firmly. “Claire told me everything before she passed away. Melissa stopped being her friend because she kept flirting with you whenever she visited.”

Melissa’s face flushed. “That’s ridiculous.”

Grandma smirked. “Claire confronted her months before Andrew was born.”

Dad’s expression changed slowly. “Wait… what?”

“Claire told me everything before she passed away.”

“She told me she felt betrayed,” Grandma continued. “She said Melissa made her uncomfortable whenever she visited.”

Dad looked stunned. “I had no idea.”

Grandma sighed. “The stress from that situation didn’t help during her pregnancy.”

Dad’s face went pale. “You think…?”

“I’m saying your wife deserved peace during that time,” Grandma replied.

“She felt betrayed.”

Melissa stood up suddenly. “You’re twisting everything!”

Dad sank onto the sofa. For the first time since Mom died, I saw tears in his eyes.

He covered his face with both hands. “I’m so sorry. I should have protected her. And you two.”