Every bank confirmation email.

And, most importantly, a signed and notarized contract in which Indigo explicitly acknowledged my financial contribution to the property.

The house they bragged about as their family legacy, the house they had beaten me in for refusing to fund their next scheme, was a house I had a documented, notarized, legally enforceable claim against.

They had spent ten years certain that I was the powerless one, the dependent one, the daughter-in-law who could be cornered and dictated to.

They had never once imagined that the quiet accountant they underestimated had been keeping the receipts the entire time.