When Ellie’s blind, dying grandfather gathers the greedy family to announce he’s donating his fortune to charity, tension explodes. The open safe tempts everyone, and as relatives enter the room one by one, Ellie suspects foul play. But when it’s her turn, Grandpa reveals a shocking truth.
At 19, I was the black sheep of a family that treated me like I was invisible. After Mom died, Dad married Sharon, who came complete with two daughters and had enough emotional baggage to sink a cruise ship.
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The way they looked at me — like I was something they’d scraped off their shoes — made our spacious home feel smaller than a closet.
Their matching designer outfits and perfectly styled hair only emphasized how much I didn’t belong with my thrift store clothes and a messy ponytail.
“Ellie, dear,” Sharon would say, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, “wouldn’t you be more comfortable eating in the kitchen?”
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That was her way of saying I embarrassed her in front of her country club friends. Dad would just stare at his plate, suddenly fascinated by his roasted asparagus.
My cousins weren’t any better. All six of them treated family gatherings like networking events, schmoozing with anyone who might boost their social status.
I usually ended up in the kitchen, helping the staff clean up. At least they talked to me like I was human. Maria, our cook, always saved me a piece of her famous chocolate cake.
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“Those people out there?” she’d say, sliding me an extra-large slice. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”
But Grandpa? He was different. He’d worked his way up from nothing to build the family fortune, but being wealthy never changed him. Grandpa was the salt of the earth, through and through.
He was the only one in the family who saw me for who I really was when everyone else looked right through me.
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Grandpa taught me everything worth knowing, from how to plant the perfect rose garden to how to laugh when life kicks you in the teeth.
While the rest of the family was busy climbing their social ladders, Grandpa and I would sit on his wraparound porch, drinking lemonade and talking about everything and nothing.
“Remember, Ellie,” he’d say when I was having a rough day, “the best revenge is living well. And maybe a little practical joke now and then.”
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I didn’t fully understand what he meant until that summer when everything changed.
Grandpa got sick, and his health deteriorated fast. His eyesight failed, and suddenly he was bedridden. The family descended like locusts, their concern was as fake as Sharon’s designer handbags.
I visited him every day, watching as he grew weaker, my heart breaking a little more each time. While the others whispered about his massive wall safe and what might be inside it, I just held his hand and read him his favorite books.
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We worked our way through “The Count of Monte Cristo” at his request, which should have been my first clue about what was coming.
“Read that part again,” he’d say, “where Edmund discovers the treasure.”
Now I wonder if he was trying not to laugh.
Then came the day that changed everything.
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“Family meeting,” Grandpa announced via a voice message, his voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone come to my house. Now.”
The whole family rushed to Grandpa’s house, nearly trampling each other in their hurry to reach his bedside. I hung back, leaning against the wall near the door.
Then I noticed the safe in Grandpa’s bedroom was ajar. Grandpa never left the safe open. I glanced around the room, and my heart sank when I realized I wasn’t the only person who’d noticed.
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All my relatives were eyeing the dark crack at the door with hungry eyes. Sharon’s daughters, Amber and Crystal, kept nudging each other and pointing at it when they thought no one was looking.
“I’m sad I can’t see any of you anymore,” Grandpa said. “I’d give anything to see your faces again, but it’s too late for that now. The doctor says I don’t have much time left. That’s why I called you all here today. I’ve been putting my affairs in order and I want you all to know that I’ve decided to donate all my money to charity.”
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The silence that followed was deafening. I could practically hear their dreams of inheriting millions shattering like cheap glass. My cousin Bradley actually gasped, then turned and stared at the safe.
Everyone else followed his gaze. It was like they were all thinking the same thing: if they took something, he’d never know.
“Now that’s out of the way, I’d like a chance to speak with each of you privately,” Grandpa continued, adjusting his dark glasses. “Who’s first?”
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What happened next was like watching piranhas in a feeding frenzy. Everyone started talking at once, pushing and shoving, trying to be first in line.
“Enough!” My uncle declared loudly. “I’m the eldest son, and I will go first.”
The look in his eyes silenced everyone.
“Grandpa, wait!” I called out, trying to warn him, but Amber and Crystal shoved me into the hall.
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I watched from the hallway as they went in one by one. Each came out looking smug, like cats who’d gotten into the cream.
My stomach churned. I knew exactly what was happening. The open safe was too tempting, and a blind old man would never know if they helped themselves, right?
I wasn’t allowed to see Grandpa until everyone else had their chance to “say goodbye.” I walked in and sat beside Grandpa’s bed, ignoring the safe completely. It was too late to prevent my relatives from plundering it now.
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“Grandpa,” I whispered, taking his hand. “I’m not ready for you to go.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks as memories flooded back. “Remember when you taught me to fish? I was so scared of hurting the worms, but you showed me how to bait the hook gently. Or all those summer nights on the porch, watching the stars come out? You taught me every constellation.”
“And you remembered them all,” he said softly. “Just like you remembered to water my roses every day while I’ve been stuck in this bed.”
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He squeezed my hand. “You’ve always had a good heart, Ellie. And you’ve always been the one person I could trust.”
Then he did something that made my heart stop. He reached up and took off those dark glasses, revealing eyes that were sharp and clear — and looking right at me.
“You’re probably wondering how I saw all this coming,” he said, grinning like a kid with a secret.
“You… you can see?” I stammered, nearly falling out of my chair.
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“Yes, and I’ve seen everything,” Grandpa replied. “Every greedy glance, every hand sneaking into that safe. They didn’t think an old blind man could catch them, but I did.” Grandpa gestured to the safe. “Let’s see how much is left, Ellie.”
I walked to the safe, my legs wobbly, and opened the door wide. It was empty!
Grandpa laughed.
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“I had 10 million dollars in fake bills in there,” Grandpa announced proudly. “And they took every last one. The real money is in a bank vault downtown. And it’s all yours, Ellie.”
I couldn’t speak. My throat felt like I’d swallowed sand.
“You’re the only one I trust to use it wisely,” he continued. “And if you want to leave this toxic mess of a family behind, don’t look back. Heaven knows I’ve wanted to shake their dust off my shoes for years.”
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A few days later, Grandpa’s health suddenly started improving with a new treatment. The doctors were shocked, but I wasn’t. You can’t keep a good trickster down.
I bought two plane tickets to Bali the next day. First class because Grandpa insisted we start our new life in style.
The family exploded when they realized what had happened. Sharon threatened to sue. Dad finally found his voice, but only to demand his “fair share.” My cousins showed their true colors with a rainbow of creative curse words.
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We left anyway, with nothing but our suitcases and the satisfaction of knowing justice had been served.
Now, I’m writing this from a beach chair in Bali, watching Grandpa teach local kids how to build the perfect sandcastle.
He’s got more energy than all of them combined, and his laugh carries across the sand like music. His recovery seems even more miraculous in the tropical sun.
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“Pass me another coconut drink, would you, Ellie?” he calls out. “Planning the perfect revenge makes a man thirsty!”
I bring him his drink and sit beside him, watching the sunset paint the sky in colors I never saw back home.
“Was it worth it?” I ask. “All that planning, pretending to be blind?”
He takes a sip and grins. “Look around, kiddo. You’re smiling. You’re free. And those vultures back home are probably still arguing about fake money. I’d say that’s worth everything.”
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I lean back and close my eyes, feeling the warm breeze on my face. For the first time, I know exactly what he means when he says living well is the best revenge.
And you know what? He was right about the practical jokes too.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
My Brother-in-Law Belittled My Husband for Being a Teacher — Days Later, Karma Brought Him Down to Earth. News
At our family reunion, my brother-in-law Tom, a successful but arrogant lawyer, belittled my husband David, a dedicated teacher. Days later, karma struck when Tom’s Ferrari broke down, leading him to a humbling encounter on a crowded bus that changed his perspective on success and respect.
My name is Sarah, and I’m 37 years old. Every year, my family holds a reunion at my parents’ house, a tradition that brings us all together for a weekend of catching up and reminiscing. This year was no different, except for the usual grand entrance of my brother-in-law, Tom.
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Tom is a successful corporate lawyer, known not just for his sharp legal mind but also for his penchant for flaunting his wealth. This time, he arrived fashionably late, driving a brand-new, flashy red Ferrari that screamed for attention.
As the family gathered in the front yard, Tom pulled up, revving the engine to announce his arrival. Everyone’s heads turned, and soon enough, they flocked around the car, admiring its sleek design and luxurious appeal.
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Tom basked in the admiration, soaking up the compliments and boasting about his latest acquisition. He detailed the car’s top speed, its luxurious interior, and the extravagant price tag with a smug grin plastered across his face. As we sat around the dinner table, enjoying our meal and each other’s company, the conversation naturally shifted to careers and finances.
David, my husband, began sharing a touching story about one of his students who had overcome significant obstacles to succeed. The warmth and pride in David’s voice were evident, and for a moment, everyone was captivated by his story.
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That is, until Tom seized the opportunity to interject. “You know,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, “you’ll never own a car like mine on a teacher’s salary. You should have aimed higher.”
His words cut through the air, turning the atmosphere icy. Everyone around the table fell silent, the joy of the reunion momentarily shattered by Tom’s arrogance.
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Lisa, Tom’s wife and my sister, didn’t miss a beat. “Honestly, David,” she added, her tone dripping with entitlement, “why did you settle for such a mediocre job? If you had any ambition, you wouldn’t have to live such an ordinary life.”
David, ever the composed and kind-hearted man, simply smiled and shrugged. “I love what I do,” he replied calmly. “Teaching gives me a sense of purpose that money can’t buy.”
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My parents exchanged worried glances, clearly distressed by the harsh words directed at David. My mom cleared her throat, attempting to change the subject. “So, Tom, how’s work been treating you lately?”
But Tom wasn’t done yet. “Oh, it’s been fantastic,” he boasted, ignoring the tension in the room. “Just closed another big deal last week. The bonus alone could buy two of these Ferraris.”
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David tried to steer the conversation back. “You know, one of my students recently got a scholarship—”
Tom interrupted again. “That’s great, but really, David, you could do so much better for yourself. Teaching? Come on.”
Lisa nodded in agreement. “You deserve more than just scraping by, don’t you think, Sarah?”
Inside, I was seething. How could Tom and Lisa belittle David like that? I glanced at David, who met my gaze with a reassuring smile, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.
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“David’s work is incredibly important,” I snapped, unable to hold back. “He’s changing lives every day.”
“Sure, Sarah,” Tom said dismissively. “But at what cost?”
I squeezed David’s hand under the table, my mind racing with anger and indignation. “You know, Tom,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “not everyone measures success by the size of their bank account or the price tag of their car.”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe they should.”
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My dad tried again to diffuse the situation. “Let’s all just enjoy our meal. We’re here to spend time together, not to argue.”
But the damage was done. The rest of the family sat in uncomfortable silence, clearly affected by the tension.
As I sat there, fuming, I considered my options. Part of me wanted to lash out and put Tom and Lisa in their place, to defend David’s honor right then and there. But I knew that would only escalate the situation and create more tension at the reunion.
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Instead, I took a deep breath and resolved to bide my time. Tom’s arrogance would catch up with him eventually, and I had faith that karma would find a way to teach him a lesson. For now, I focused on supporting David, squeezing his hand again to let him know I was on his side, no matter what.
Just a few days after the reunion, David came home with a story that brought a smile to my face. “You won’t believe what happened to Tom today,” he said, setting his bag down and sitting beside me.
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“What happened?” I asked, curious.
“Well, his Ferrari broke down on his way to a big meeting,” David began. “He was completely stranded and realized he had left his wallet at home, and his phone was nearly dead.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Karma?”
“Definitely,” David chuckled.
Tom’s day started disastrously when his Ferrari broke down on the way to an important meeting. Stranded and frustrated, he realized he had forgotten his wallet at home and his phone was nearly dead.
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With no other options, he reluctantly made his way to the nearest bus stop. His designer suit and polished shoes looked starkly out of place among the commuters.
As Tom boarded the crowded bus, he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. The bus jolted as it pulled away from the stop, and he grabbed a pole to steady himself. Glancing around, he was horrified to see David, his brother-in-law, seated near the back, calmly reading a book.
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David looked up, a calm smile spreading across his face. He waved and motioned for Tom to join him. With no better option, Tom made his way through the packed bus, muttering apologies as he bumped into other passengers. He finally reached David and sat down, clearly uncomfortable.
“So, what brings you here?” David asked, his tone friendly but with a hint of irony.
“My car broke down,” Tom admitted, clearly embarrassed. “It’s in the shop for a few days.”
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David nodded, his smile never fading. “Well, this is my daily commute. The bus isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”
As the bus continued its route, Tom struggled to maintain his composure. The bumpy ride and close quarters were getting to him. Suddenly, the bus hit a pothole, and Tom lost his grip, tumbling into the lap of a stern-looking elderly woman. She scolded him loudly, causing nearby passengers to laugh. Tom’s face turned beet red.
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The bus came to an abrupt halt due to a mechanical issue. The driver announced they would have to wait for another bus, as this one couldn’t continue. Tom groaned in frustration, stepping off the bus into the rain.
To make matters worse, his phone rang. It was his boss, furious about the missed meeting. Tom’s excuses fell on deaf ears, and he was reprimanded harshly, losing an important client in the process.
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When the replacement bus finally arrived, it was even more crowded. Tom found himself squeezed between two large, sweaty passengers, the broken air conditioning making the ride unbearably hot. By the time he reached his destination, his designer suit was soaked with sweat, and his expensive shoes were splattered with mud.
Stepping off the bus, Tom slipped on the wet pavement, landing in a puddle. As he struggled to his feet, David offered him a hand. “Rough day, huh?” David said, barely able to hide his amusement.
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Tom looked up, defeated. “You have no idea.”
When Tom finally arrived at work, he was late, disheveled, and humiliated. His boss was waiting for him, unimpressed with his appearance and his excuses. He was promptly demoted, losing his prestigious office and being assigned to a cramped cubicle. The day had been a harsh lesson in humility and respect, one that Tom wouldn’t soon forget.
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At the next family gathering, the atmosphere was noticeably different. As we all gathered at my parents’ house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Tom, usually the first to flaunt his latest achievements and acquisitions, seemed unusually quiet. He arrived on time, without his usual fanfare, and parked his now-repaired Ferrari discreetly down the street.
During dinner, Tom surprised everyone by speaking up in a humble tone. “David,” he began, looking directly at my husband, “I owe you an apology.” The room fell silent, all eyes on him.
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David looked up, clearly taken aback. “For what, Tom?”
“For my behavior at the last reunion,” Tom continued. “I was out of line, and I belittled your career in a way that was completely unacceptable. I’ve realized that success isn’t about material possessions. It’s about making a difference, something you do every day as a teacher.”
David smiled warmly. “Thank you, Tom. That means a lot.”
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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