My Retirement Day Turned Into a Nightmare — My Family Wanted Me Gone

After 38 years working at the same clinic, I retired at 70 and brought home a strawberry cream cake to celebrate with my family—

my son Thomas, his wife Delia, and my two grandkids, who all lived in the home I paid for. But instead of a celebration,

I came home to find my suitcases on the porch and the locks changed. A sticky note on my luggage revealed the truth:

Delia had kicked me out, booked me a room at a senior facility, and told Thomas it was my idea—threatening I’d never see the kids again if I didn’t play along.

I was stunned—but not helpless. I crossed the street to my lifelong friend Bonnie, and together we came up with a plan.

We suspected Delia was hiding something, and sure enough, using a pet camera hidden on Bonnie’s cat, we caught her red-