Chapter 19 - The Final Foreclosure
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Three weeks later, the foreclosure process on the Adams family mansion was completely finalized by the bank.
Because the real estate market was currently slumping, and the house had severe, unaddressed maintenance issues my father had hidden, the bank put the massive property up for immediate, private auction.
Apex Holdings swooped in and bought the family estate for absolute pennies on the dollar.
I didn't buy it because I wanted to live there. The house held nothing but cold, miserable memories of neglect and isolation. I bought it because I wanted the absolute, final satisfaction of overseeing the eviction.
On a chilly Thursday morning, I parked my sleek, black town car across the street from the massive iron gates of the estate I grew up in.
I sat comfortably in the driver's seat, holding a hot coffee, and watched the grand finale unfold.
A rusted, dented U-Haul truck was parked awkwardly in the circular driveway. My father, looking aged ten years in the span of a few months, was struggling to load heavy cardboard boxes into the back of the truck. His tailored suits had been replaced by cheap jeans and a faded sweater.
My mother emerged from the front doors, carrying a single, pathetic suitcase. She looked up at the massive stone facade of the house, tears silently streaming down her face as she said goodbye to the kingdom she had ruled with such malicious cruelty.
Paige sat in the passenger seat of the U-Haul, scrolling miserably on a cracked smartphone, completely ignoring her parents struggling with the heavy boxes.
They were moving to a tiny, cramped two-bedroom rental apartment in a rundown suburb two towns over. They had absolutely nothing left. Their wealth, their prestige, their arrogance—all of it had been completely demolished by the very daughter they had deemed an "ungrateful mistake."
I watched my father pull down the heavy metal door of the U-Haul truck and lock it. He climbed into the driver's seat, and the truck slowly sputtered down the long driveway, turning onto the main road and disappearing into the traffic.
I took a slow, satisfying sip of my coffee.
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The demolition was a complete success. The site was cleared. The toxic foundation had been entirely ripped out of the ground.
I put my car in gear and drove back toward Manhattan, leaving the empty, silent mansion behind me forever.
