A greedy brother inherits a house and mocks his younger sister, who only gets five rusty old clocks from their late grandmother. Little did they know about what was hidden in those timepieces.
“Oh, so grandma called you as well?! I thought you’d be busy in the library…like a good little bookworm!” 26-year-old Brian scoffed at his younger sister Linda, 19.
She had just stepped down from the taxi. Fear filled her eyes as her heart told her: “Nothing will happen to grandma. She’ll be fine. She’ll live for a hundred years more.”
Brian and Linda had come to visit their 90-year-old granny Marlene. She had requested them to see her urgently.
“Sweethearts, I wish to see you one last time. I might not get another chance again,” Marlene had painfully told them on the call two days ago…
As Linda entered her grandma’s bedroom, she coughed, noticing that it was pretty dusty. Marlene was too old and sick to do things on her own. She hadn’t swept the floor, and Linda saw the ceiling was moldy due to leakage.
Linda opened the clock, and what she found inside would go on to change her life.
“Grandma!!” she ran and hugged Marlene, who was in bed. “Nothing will happen to you, grandma. Please don’t worry. God will not take you away from us because you are all that we have.”
Until a year ago, Linda lived with Marlene. She took good care of her and helped her a lot. She was even ready to turn down a life-changing scholarship but moved to the city to pursue her degree upon Marlene’s insistence.
Brian entered the room, coughing and grinning. “Damn…I’m allergic to dust! Grandma, didn’t you sweep and dust your room?”
He came closer and saw his grandma was sick and skinny. But he was least bothered and stood there, waiting to know why she had called them.
Marlene stared into Brian’s eyes as she clasped Linda’s shivering hands. The girl was pained to see her grandma so pale and her eyes lacking that once beautiful spark. They looked lifeless.
Marlene smiled, getting up gently, and took two envelopes from under her pillow. “Sweethearts, this is for you,” she said. “Please use it wisely. I called to give it to you.”
Brian and Linda opened the envelopes and found a wad of $5,000 in each.
Linda could not hold back her tears and ran out crying.
Meanwhile, Brian frowned. “Only this much? I thought you had more to spare. Fine, I have to go now.” He turned his back on Marlene and walked away without even thanking her.
The next day, Marlene was in for a surprise.
“Good morning, grandma!” Marlene heard Linda in her bedroom. She didn’t expect her to return.
She awakened as the girl undrew the curtains, shafts of beams lighting up the dark, dusty bedroom.
She was surprised to see Linda. She had thought the girl had left for the city where she studied and was a part-time librarian.
Linda walked over to Marlene with the envelope she had given her the previous day.
“I added the $4,000 I’d saved over the year. Grandma, remember you told me about your poor vision? I now have $9,000. We can now pay for your eye surgery.”
Marlene rose from her bed. She hugged Linda, tears streaking her face. “I knew you better, darling! But it’s too late for the surgery. I can sense my death nearing. I don’t want to waste this money when it can be used for something better.”
Linda wiped away Marlene’s tears and said she would live with her.
“I’ve taken a month off. I’m not going anywhere until I see that golden smile on your face, grandma.”
And Linda knew what she had to do to restore Marlene’s smile.
Having Linda around was of great help to Marlene. She didn’t have to worry about cooking for herself.
There were days when Marlene would eat stale bread for dinner when she never felt like making herself a nice meal. But after Linda came, she started feeling on her feet again. Marlene had never felt so relaxed and happy before.
One day, she heard strangers’ voices outside her bedroom and went out to check. She was surprised. Linda had spent the $9,000 on renovating the house and fixing the leakage.
“I knew you wanted to repair grandpa’s treasured house for a long time. Are you happy now, grandma?! I renovated it so that you see the beautiful house you once lived in with grandpa. Do you like it?”
Marlene was speechless. She walked to Linda as fast as her fragile legs could carry her and hugged her. Marlene had never cried like she wept on Linda’s shoulders that day.
Marlene often made a wish. “I want to die when I’m the happiest on earth!” A week later, her wish was fulfilled. Marlene died in her sleep, leaving Linda with more than a broken heart.
A couple of days after the funeral, Linda and Brian were called to the lawyer’s office regarding the late Marlene’s will they never knew about.
When they got there, they were told about another surprise inheritance.
“Mr. White, according to your grandma’s will, you’ll be getting her house. Here are the papers. Please sign them.”
Linda was startled. She was not jealous of her older brother, but it worried her because she had renovated the house, and Brian got it when he least deserved it.
“And Miss Linda, this is yours,” the lawyer said, pushing forward a box toward Linda.
“What is this?” she exclaimed and opened the box. She found five old vintage clocks inside. Brian burst into laughter and began mocking her.
“That’s hella insane and cheap!! Grandma left her house to me. She knew who deserved the best. You can decorate your rented apartment with these rusty clocks and cry over it, sis. Luck does not favor everyone!”
Distraught, Linda left for the city, taking the clocks with her. She never bothered to check them thoroughly until one day when she noticed an engraving on one of them.
“OPEN IT!” was etched in a beautiful cursive font on the metal.
Curious, Linda opened the clock, and what she found inside would go on to change her life.
“A note?” she exclaimed and picked a little scroll from the clock’s interior. She unfolded it and sat back, stunned.
“Never underestimate these rusty, old watches! They are 100-year-old classic timepieces that belonged to my grandfather. And they are crafted from rare, exquisite metal! Each piece is worth $40,000, my dear!” began the note.
Linda’s eyes filled with tears of joy as she read further.
“Everyone gets what they truly deserve, Linda! I’m glad you got only the best. With Love, Granny Marlene.”
Linda burst into tears as she held the vintage clocks close to her heart. They still functioned, and she could hear them tick close to her heartbeat. It felt as though her granny had not gone anywhere.
Linda chose not to disclose this to her brother.
“He is blinded by greed and thinks he got the best from grandma. Let him live with that assumption. Granny knew who deserved the best and I needn’t prove it to him!” she thought and kept the rare timepieces locked in her drawer.
What can we learn from the story?
Everyone gets what they truly deserve. Brian mocked Linda when she inherited only five old clocks from their grandmother. Little did he know that she had actually gotten what she truly deserved because each piece was worth over $40,000.
Love and accept your elders for who they are. You will be loved back a hundredfold. Linda loved her grandma unconditionally and cared for her without expecting anything in return. Ultimately, she inherited a surprise $200K worth of legacy after her granny’s death.
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My Neighbor Tried to Kick Me out of My Own Home, Until I Found a Note That Said ‘You Need to Know the Truth About Your Husband’ — Story of the Day
My neighbor made my life a nightmare, trying to push me out of the home I loved. Her cruelty seemed personal, but I never knew why—until one strange note changed everything. It said, “You need to know the truth about your husband.” What I found out shook my whole world.
Do you know the feeling when your own home turns into a battlefield? I hope not. But I knew that feeling very well. Every single morning, I opened my eyes with dread in my chest.
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I never knew what kind of day it would be. Some days were quiet, but the silence felt like the calm before a storm.
Other days, something new would go wrong, and I always knew who was behind it. Meredith.
Just thinking about her made my stomach turn. I had never met anyone so bitter, so heartless.
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Ross and I moved into this house after my mother passed. It was supposed to be a new start for us. But peace never came. Not with Meredith living next door.
From day one, she treated me like an enemy. She didn’t even acknowledge Ross. To her, he didn’t exist. But me—she seemed to live to make my life miserable.
She let her shaggy dog dig through my flower beds like it was his playground.
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She chopped down my beautiful tree just because a few branches leaned over the fence.
And when we grilled some burgers at six in the evening, she called the cops and said we were disturbing the peace. Six o’clock! Who does that?
I started to feel like I was losing my mind. I even stopped planting new flowers because I knew they wouldn’t last long.
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But the worst came one sunny afternoon when I was bent over pulling weeds, enjoying the quiet.
Out of nowhere, a blast of water hit me so hard I dropped my gloves. It didn’t stop.
I was soaked through like someone dumped a bucket over my head again and again. Then I saw the hose. It was coming from Meredith’s yard.
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“Meredith! You nasty old witch! Turn it off!” I yelled as the water blasted me straight in the face.
The stream stopped. I stood there, dripping wet, shaking with anger. Meredith poked her head over the fence like nothing had happened.
“Oh, Linda,” she said in that fake sweet voice. “I didn’t know you were out there.”
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“Don’t lie to me!” I shouted. “You knew exactly what you were doing!”
She shrugged. “It’s just water. You’ll dry off.”
I stared at her, stunned. Then she disappeared behind the fence like I didn’t even matter.
I stormed into the house, water dripping all over the floor. My clothes clung to me, and my hair was soaked.
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Ross looked up from the couch. “What in the world happened to you?”
“It was Meredith!” I snapped. “Go talk to her. You used to live near her, didn’t you?”
“That doesn’t mean we were friends,” he said.
“I don’t care. Say something to her. I’ve had enough!”
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Ross sighed. “Why don’t we just move? Sell this house. Start over. We could make some money on this house. I even found a few listings.”
I cut him off. “No! I’m not letting that woman chase me out of my own home!”
“But, Linda—”
“I said no! I’m done talking!” I turned and headed to the bathroom to wash away the cold and my rage.
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But Ross never talked to Meredith. I asked him more than once, but he always gave the same excuse.
He said he did not have time. To be fair, he really had been working late a lot. I figured maybe it had something to do with retirement.
He was almost fifty. So was I. I thought maybe he had plans and just did not want to talk about them yet.
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I never once suspected anything else. I was not some nervous young wife. I trusted him.
Still, he kept bringing up moving. Over and over. “We should sell,” he’d say. “This place isn’t worth it.” But to me, it was home.
One day, I saw Andrew, Meredith’s son, walking up to Meredith’s door. He had a bag in one hand and a tired look on his face.
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“Good afternoon, Linda,” he said when he saw me standing by the garden. “How have you been?”
I crossed my arms. “I’d be just fine if your mother would leave me alone.”
Andrew let out a deep sigh. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try to talk to her again.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I hope it helps.”
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I could not understand how such a kind and polite young man like Andrew came from someone like Meredith.
He always greeted me with respect. He listened. He even tried to help. It made no sense. Maybe he got his good side from his father.
I had never seen the man. No one else had either. The neighbors only whispered about him.
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They said he left Meredith when she was pregnant. I believed it. With the way she acted, I could imagine someone walking away.
Still, it didn’t make it right. A man should never leave a woman like that. No matter what. A child needs a father. Andrew deserved better.
I made myself a hot cup of tea and stepped into the garden. The air felt calm. I needed some peace.
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Ross was still at work, and I wanted a quiet evening alone. I sat down near my flowers and took a sip. Then I heard her voice.
“My Andrew got a big promotion,” Meredith said, peeking over the fence. “He’s also getting married soon.”
“Congratulations,” I said, lifting my cup without looking at her.
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She didn’t stop. “It must be hard for you. No children. No one to celebrate.”
Her words hit me like a stone. She knew it hurt. She always brought it up. She wanted me to feel small.
I stood up. “Go to hell, Meredith!” I yelled. I turned and walked straight into the house, my chest tight, my eyes burning.
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I had always dreamed of being a mother. I pictured holding a baby in my arms, watching them grow, teaching them everything I knew.
But Ross kept putting it off. He always had a reason. “Not yet,” he’d say. “We can’t afford it.” “Maybe next year.” Year after year, I waited.
I trusted him. I thought he knew best. Then one day, I realized I was almost fifty. It was too late.
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That was the one deep regret I carried. I should have pushed harder. I should have spoken up. But now it was done. No children. No second chance.
The next morning, I went to the farmers’ market. Ross said he’d stay home.
When I got back, his car was already gone. I put away the groceries and stepped out to check the mailbox.
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I sorted through bills, ads, and catalogs. Then I saw it—a plain white envelope with no name.
I opened it right there on the porch. Inside was a short note: You need to know the truth about your husband. Below that was a time and a place. Nothing more.
I looked around. No one was in sight. My heart raced. Who sent it? Why now?
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That evening, when Ross got home, I told him I had to run some errands. Then I left to find out the truth.
The meeting was to take place in a small park not far from our house. I got there early and sat on a bench.
My heart beat fast. I looked around, trying to guess who had sent the note.
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Then I saw her. Meredith. She walked toward me with a stiff face and steady steps.
“So this was your doing?” I asked as I walked up. “What do you want from me now?”
“It’s time you knew everything,” she said, her voice low and flat.
“Knew what? Another game? More lies? I don’t have time for this.”
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“I saw Ross. He left your house. A young woman got in his car. Then he kissed her.”
I blinked. “No. You’re lying.”
She pulled out her phone. “Am I?” She showed me the screen. I looked at it. It was Ross. In his car. Kissing a young woman.
I stared. “No… He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t do that to me.”
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Meredith shook her head. “What did you expect? A man who cheats once will cheat again.”
“He’s never cheated on me,” I said. My voice sounded small.
“Not on you. But he cheated before. You took him from someone else.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. My heart pounded in my chest.
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“Do you even know why I hate you?”
“I really don’t know. You’ve hated me since day one.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know! You left my son without a father!”
“How? I didn’t even know you until four years ago!” I shouted.
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“You took Ross from me! I was pregnant when he left. He left because of you!”
I froze. “Wait… Are you saying Ross is Andrew’s father?”
“Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
My legs went weak. I sat down. “No… no… I didn’t know. I swear to you, Meredith. I had no idea. I never would’ve done that.”
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Meredith’s face changed. Her arms dropped. “You really didn’t know?”
I shook my head. “No. God. I… Oh my God. Everything I thought I knew about him… it’s all wrong.”
She looked away. “I don’t even know what to say now.”
“It makes sense now. Why you treated me like that. If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
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Meredith looked down. “If I had known you didn’t know… I might have acted differently.”
“Why didn’t he help you? Even if you weren’t together, he should have helped Andrew.”
“There were no problems between us. Not until I told him I was pregnant. After that, he disappeared.”
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I shook my head. “If we count the dates… Ross and I were already together when you were pregnant.”
“I found out later. He told me. Said he had cheated. Said it was you.”
“You should’ve come to me back then. Told me the truth.”
“I hated you. Ross told me you knew about me. That you didn’t care.”
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I looked up at her. “Why tell me all this now?”
“Because no one deserves to be lied to the way I was. You’re living the same lie I lived. I don’t want that for you.”
I nodded. “Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry for everything.”
“So am I. I’ve said a lot of terrible things to you.”
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“It’s all right. We’ll deal with that later. Right now, I need to deal with the one who caused all this.”
I gave Meredith a ride home. Neither of us spoke. My hands gripped the wheel tight. My heart pounded.
When I got home, I saw Ross in the kitchen. He looked up and smiled like nothing had happened.
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“Linda, you were gone so long,” he said. “I was starting to worry. I have some news. I found a good realtor. I think we should move soon.”
I dropped my keys on the counter. “I am not selling this house. You can go wherever you want. I am staying.”
Ross frowned. “What are you talking about?”
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“I know everything,” I said. “About Meredith. About Andrew. About the young woman you kissed in your car.”
He stepped back. “Linda, I can explain.”
“I don’t want your lies. I’ve heard enough. Just get out.”
“Please, let’s talk this through,” he said.
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“Talk about what? How you’ve lied for years? How you planned to sell this house and spend the money on your new girlfriend?”
“We can still fix this,” he said.
“Fix what? I don’t want to live with a man like you anymore. Get out of my house!”
He snapped. “Who else would want you? You have no kids. No one but me.”
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I stared at him. “I’ll manage. I’d rather be alone than be with you.”
After those words, Ross grabbed his coat and stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shook.
I stood still, listening to the silence he left behind. I knew divorce at my age would be hard.
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But I also knew one thing for sure—it would be better than living a lie. Maybe now, with him gone, Meredith would stop trying to punish me.
Maybe we both could finally breathe. One thing was certain—Ross could go to hell, and I wouldn’t miss him at all.
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