My grandma left $100,000 to my cousin while all I got was her old dog — he turned out to be hiding a secret.
My grandma left $100,000 to my cousin while all I got was her old dog — he turned out to be hiding a secret.
I'm 27F. My Grandma Margaret died last month. She was the woman who made the whole block smell of APPLE PIE and whose ancient dog,
Bailey, was constantly at her feet.
She virtually raised me, and I loved her PROFOUNDLY.
My cousin Zack (29M)? THE OPPOSITE. His only visits were for EASY CASH or after he'd squandered his money on expensive shoes.
Grandma, however, kept spoiling him. She hoped, "If I give him enough love, he'll finally mature."
At the will reading, he WALTZED IN with sunglasses on indoors, sneering: "Don't weep when you inherit her STUPID SOUVENIRS."
I kept quiet. Mr. Dalton, the lawyer, began reading the bequests.
To Zack:
- ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS in assets.
- Grandma's fine china.
- All her jewelry.
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- The entirety of the house sale PROCEEDS.
Zack SLUMPED BACK TRIUMPHANTLY. "See? Being selfish PAYS OFF. Grandma always said I was her favorite."
My stomach TWISTED, but I didn't show it.
Then Mr. Dalton addressed me. "To my granddaughter, I leave... JUST BAILEY."
The old dog. Zack BURST INTO HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER. "Stop! She left you the OLD MONGREL nobody wants? Wow, cousin. Being nice got you ABSOLUTELY NOTHING."
I held Bailey close. "It's fine, boy. You're everything."
Then, Mr. Dalton cleared his throat loudly. "There is... ONE ADDITIONAL CLAUSE."
Zack FROZE. Dalton looked directly at me. "TURN BAILEY'S COLLAR TAG OVER. IMMEDIATELY."
My hands TREMBLED as I did it. A collective GASP FILLED THE ROOM.
Zack leaned over my shoulder like a HUNGRY VULTURE. "WHAT IS THAT?!"
His face LOST ALL COLOR. "NO. NO, NO. GRANDMA PULLED A TRICK ON ME!" ⬇️
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My Grandma Left $100,000 to My Greedy Cousin – All I Got Was Her Old Dog, Which Turned Out to Be Hiding a Secret
My grandma left my cousin $100k, her jewelry, and the proceeds from selling her house. She left me… her old dog. Turns out the dog was hiding a secret on his collar, and now my whole family is losing their minds.
I never expected my grandma’s will to blow up my family, but here we are.
I’m 27, female, and until a month ago, my life was pretty simple.
I rented a tiny apartment downtown, worked a boring insurance job, and spent most weekends at my grandma’s small blue house on the edge of our Midwestern town.
Her name was Margaret, but everyone called her Marg, because when my older cousin was little, he couldn’t say Margaret properly, and it just stuck.
She was the kind of woman who remembered every birthday, baked pies that made the whole block smell like cinnamon and butter, and sent you home with leftovers even if you swore you were full.
She also, more than anyone else on this planet, loved her old dog, Bailey.
Bailey is a golden retriever mix with a white muzzle, stiff hips, and the saddest brown eyes you have ever seen on a creature that still tries his best to wag his tail.
He used to plant himself at my grandma’s feet every morning while she drank instant coffee, watched local news, and tossed him tiny pieces of toast like it was some private ritual.
Whenever I came over, Bailey would scramble to the door, nails skittering on the linoleum, acting like I had just returned from war and not from the office 20 minutes away.
So that’s the background; I was the grandchild who showed up weekly, and Zack, my cousin, was the one who drifted in when there was something to gain.
Zack is 29, technically an adult, but he treats responsibility like it’s a suggestion and not a requirement.
He has bounced through more jobs than I can remember, is always either shopping for limited edition sneakers or posting party videos, and has somehow been broke since age 16 while still owning nicer electronics than anyone else in the family.