Cashier Learns She Owns a $3.8M Business after Finding Will in Her Name — Story of the Day

An unusual letter provides the catalyst for one woman to uncover a secret kept from her for years, and receive unexpected wealth.

Gregory locked the door to the small corner shop where he’d worked as a cashier for the last twenty years. His coat was too old and thin to keep the chill from his bones as he walked home, but he smiled nonetheless. It had been another great day at work.

Gregory’s wife had never understood how he found satisfaction in what she called a low-level job. She’d left him because she felt he lacked ambition, but he still had his daughter.

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Linda was standing in the foyer of the apartment block where she and Gregory lived when he entered the building. She had also recently started working as a cashier and still wore her uniform. In one hand, she held a letter.

“What have you got there, Linda?” Gregory asked as he approached her.

Linda looked up, startled. “You tell me, Dad. I’m too scared to open it.”

Gregory frowned and took the letter from his daughter. The name of a legal practice was printed on the envelope.

“Why would a lawyer be contacting me?”

Gregory shrugged. He tore the envelope open and studied the papers inside. His jaw dropped, and his fingers began shaking as he read.

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“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“It’s… strange. According to this letter, somebody has left you a business comprising three restaurants, and it’s worth nearly four million dollars.”

“What!” Linda snatched the letter from Gregory’s hands. “It’s got to be a scam.”

“I did this to find out whether you’re a good person.”

“There’s an easy way to find out.” Gregory leaned over to indicate the lawyer’s phone number on the letterhead.

Linda called the lawyer and arranged a meeting for the next day. Gregory accompanied her.

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“This has got to be a mistake,” Linda told the lawyer when they entered his office.

“I don’t know anyone who would leave me a business.”

The lawyer shook his head. “There’s no mistake, Miss. My client, Matthew Markham, was very particular in his instructions.”

Gregory felt as though he’d been electrocuted. “Please, say that name again.”

“Matthew Markham.”

Gregory understood everything then. He hung his head and burst into tears.

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A few months earlier…

Matthew shivered with anxiety as he approached the cashier. He set down the packet of gum and stared at the man who rang it up. The nametag on his chest said ‘Gregory.’ He was the right man.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Matthew realized he’d zoned out and handed the cashier a five-dollar bill. “But I do need to talk to you. It’s about Linda.”

The man looked up sharply at the customer who had just uttered his little daughter’s name. “Is she in some kind of trouble?”

Matthew shook his head. “Do you have a few minutes, please?”

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Matthew and Gregory arranged to meet at a diner nearby during Gregory’s lunch break. While Matthew waited, he thought over the revelations that had brought him to this point.

A few days earlier, he’d been discussing his terminal illness with a close friend, Jeremy, and lamenting that he had no heirs to whom he could leave his restaurant business.

Then Jeremy dropped a bombshell on him: Matthew had a daughter he didn’t know about. His ex-girlfriend had died in childbirth, and the baby was placed up for adoption.

Matthew immediately hired a detective to track her down. Days later, he was finally sitting down with Gregory, the man who’d adopted his daughter.

Matthew explained to Gregory that he was Linda’s biological father and then asked the question that was foremost in his mind:

“Does Linda know she was adopted?”

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“No, and you can’t tell her, sir.” Gregory looked at him pleadingly. “My wife left me a couple of months back, and I can’t lose Linda too. Please, don’t take her from me.”

Matthew was torn. He wanted to know his daughter but didn’t want to cause problems for the man who’d raised her. He also didn’t want to upset his daughter’s life by introducing himself when he only had a few months more to live.

“What is she like?” Matthew asked. “Is she a good person?”

Gregory smiled. “She’s an amazing person. She’s kind and treats everyone equally.”

Matthew nodded. He was starting to get an idea.

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The next day, Matthew disguised himself as a poor man and went to the store where Linda worked as a cashier. He took a few essential food items to her checkout and waited while she rang them up.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said once she told him the cost.

“I can’t afford all of that. I’ve only got ten dollars.”

“Don’t worry about it, sir.” Linda smiled at him. “I’ll cover the rest.”

Matthew left the store and returned a week later. This time, he wore his finest suit. He chose several of the most expensive items in the store and again went to Linda’s checkout.

“Get out of the way,” Matthew shouted as he pushed his way to the front of the queue. “I’m in a hurry and need to be served fast.”

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He set his purchases down in front of Linda and waved his hands at her. “Hurry up, girl, I’ve got an important meeting to attend.”

“Then you’ll have to tell them you’re going to be delayed.” Linda pushed his purchases aside and gestured to the woman behind him. “You’re next, ma’am.”

“I need to be served first!” Matthew exclaimed.

“That’s too bad, sir. I don’t allow anyone to push to the front of the queue, no matter how important you think you are.”

Matthew grinned from ear to ear. “I’m glad you said that.”

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He reached for a bouquet of yellow lilies and placed the cash to pay for them on the counter. “These are for you, Linda. My name is Matthew, and I did this to find out whether you’re a good person.”

“Do me one favor, please, and remember my name when you see these lilies.”

Present day…

“Matthew is the name of your biological father, Linda,” Gregory said. “You’re adopted.”

“Why did you never tell me?”

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to feel bad about it. Then your mother left, and I was afraid you’d leave me too if you knew I wasn’t your real father.”

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Linda hugged him. “I’d never do that, dad.”

The lawyer cleared his throat. “As I was saying, my client bequeathed his three restaurants to you, his sole heir, when he passed away a month ago. These restaurants are each worth over a million dollars.”

“Mr. Markham also had a special request. He wanted me to give you something.”

The lawyer left the room and soon returned with a bouquet of yellow lilies, which he presented to Linda.

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Linda cradled the flowers in her arms. “I understand now.” She turned to Gregory. “He came into my shop once and asked that I remember his name when I see yellow lilies.”

Gregory placed a hand on Linda’s shoulder. “I’m sure he was very proud of you, Linda, and will continue to be proud of you from heaven.”

What can we learn from this story?

Treat people equally, and you will be rewarded. Matthew was encouraged to leave his business to Linda when he saw that she was a good person.

One can find happiness in a simple life. Gregory and Linda were both happy to work as cashiers and earn an honest living.

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My Husband Invited His Girl Best Friend to a Family BBQ Unaware It Would Be the Last Straw for Me

My husband, Jack’s “like a sister” best friend, Megan, had been a constant presence in our marriage for years, and my patience with her had run out. Tensions boiled over at a family BBQ as long-hidden secrets came to light, leading to an explosive confrontation.

I loved Jack. God, I loved him — still do, if I’m being honest. After five years of marriage, things between us were solid and dependable… except for Megan.

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A woman staring thoughtfully into the distance | Source: Midjourney

She was Jack’s best friend since childhood, his “sister in everything but blood,” or so he said. But it didn’t feel like that to me.

Megan was always there. On every vacation, every holiday, every family get-together, she’d insert herself into our lives with this smug little smile, as if she belonged more than I did. And every time I brought it up, Jack brushed it off.

“You’re just being insecure,” he’d say, his eyes rolling like I was the crazy one for feeling the way I did. “You don’t need to worry about Megan.”

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A man glancing up at someone | Source: Midjourney

I remember the day I spoke to Jack’s mom, Nancy, about it. We were sitting on her front porch, drinking sweet tea in the sticky heat of summer. I loved Nancy; she had this way of making me feel like I wasn’t alone in all this.

“You need to set some boundaries, sweetie,” she said, her lips pursing. “Jack loves you, but that girl’s been in his life for a long time. You’ve gotta be firm.”

I nodded, though I didn’t know what those boundaries would even look like.

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A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

Jack was too close with Megan, and every time I even hinted at the idea of setting limits, he’d dismiss me.

Of course, Rick, Jack’s father, wasn’t any help. He adored Megan like she was the daughter he never had.

“You’ve just got to accept it,” he’d say, with that patronizing smirk of his. “Megan’s always going to be part of this family. You need to get over your insecurities.”

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A man with a faint smirk | Source: Midjourney

I hated him for saying that and acting like my feelings were some kind of joke. But what could I do? I loved Jack, loved our life together. So I swallowed the bitterness and carried on. Until I couldn’t anymore.

Two months ago, something shifted.

Jack started coming home late, saying he had more work to do and more responsibilities to shoulder at the office. But the real change? The phone.

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A man holding a cell phone | Source: Pexels

He was constantly on it — texting, checking, hiding it like it was something precious. My stomach turned every time I saw him tap out a message with that little smile on his face.

One night, when he was in the shower, I did it. I grabbed his phone. The minute I opened his messages, I found the true reason for his distance staring at me like a slap in the face.

The messages between him and Megan weren’t just friendly; they were intimate and flirtatious.

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An emotional woman with her head in her hands | Source: Midjourney

“Can’t wait to see you again,” Megan had written, a winking emoji following her words. “Last night was incredible. Same time next week?”

Jack had responded almost immediately, “You bet. I’ll tell her I have to work late again. God, I miss you already.”

My heart pounded as I scrolled further, the bile rising in my throat.

“You know I’m yours, right?” he’d written in another text, his words sickeningly familiar, ones he’d used with me once.

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A woman scrolling on a phone | Source: Midjourney

Megan’s reply had been just as nauseating: “I’ve always been yours, Jack. Just say the word, and I’m there.”

There were so many texts detailing their plans to meet up and sneak around. Their affair had been going on for months. My whole world cracked open right there in our bedroom, the proof of their affair burning into my brain.

I didn’t confront him. Not then. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure when I would be, but I knew it had to be the right moment — the moment when he couldn’t weasel out of it.

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A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

So there I was, two months later, at the annual family BBQ, pretending everything was fine while I watched Megan laugh and chat with Jack like they weren’t tearing my life apart behind my back.

It was torture, but I held it together for the kids and the sake of appearances.

Dinner was worse. We all sat around the table, passing bowls of potato salad and ribs, and Rick, with his usual arrogance, made the comment that broke me.

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Potato salad on a dining table | Source: Pexels

“Megan’s always going to be a special part of our family,” he said, raising his glass to her. “It’s a pity some people just can’t get over their insecurities.”

That smirk. That damn smirk. It was like he was daring me to say something. My hands trembled as I placed my fork down, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else.

This was it. I stood, my chair scraping the ground, and every eye at the table turned to me.

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A woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

“You know what, Rick?” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “I might get over it if she wasn’t sleeping with my husband.”

Silence. The kind of silence that sucks all the air out of the room. Jack dropped his fork, his face going pale. Megan’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t say a word.

Nancy reacted first. She stood, eyes blazing, and pointed a shaking finger at Jack.

“How could you do this to her?!” she shouted, her voice thick with fury. “How could you betray your wife and family?”

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

Jack stammered, looking between me and his mother like a trapped animal. “It’s not. It wasn’t—”

“Okay, everyone needs to settle down,” Rick said. “Affairs happen sometimes, but you just need to move past it—”

But Nancy wasn’t finished. She turned to Rick, her lip curling in disgust.

“Move past it, huh?” She paused, her next words loaded with a bombshell of their own. “I don’t think so, not when I know that you’ve been having an affair with Megan, too.”

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Megan’s face drained of color. For a moment, I thought she might actually pass out. The entire table stared in disbelief as the weight of Nancy’s words sank in like a stone.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jack asked, his voice trembling as he looked from Nancy to Megan.

Nancy laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’ve known for a while now, Jack. Rick and Megan, running around behind my back, behind all of our backs. I stayed quiet because I didn’t want to lose everything. But now? I’m done.”

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A woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

She shook her head, wiping a tear that slipped down her cheek.

Rick had the nerve to act surprised, but I saw the guilt flicker in his eyes. “Nancy, sweetheart, it was a mistake—”

Mistake?” Nancy cut him off, her voice icy. “Don’t you dare try to downplay this. You’ve been cheating on me for God knows how long, and now you’ve lost me. You’ve lost everything. And you!” She pointed at Megan. “Well, you really like to keep it in the family, don’t you?”

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An embarrassed woman | Source: Midjourney

The next few days were a blur. Nancy kicked Rick out of the house and filed for divorce. She told me she didn’t care about the money anymore. After years of being afraid, she was finally free.

As for me, I packed my things. I didn’t cry when I left. Jack stood in the doorway, his voice cracking as he begged me to forgive him, to stay for the kids. His hands were outstretched, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

The damage was too deep. Megan had destroyed my marriage, and Jack had let her. So I destroyed her.

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

I sat down at the kitchen table that night, hands shaking with fury as I typed out the post that would expose her for who she really was:

I’ve kept quiet for too long, but no more. Megan, the woman who’s pretended to be part of our family for years, has been having an affair with my husband, Jack. She’s betrayed not just me but everyone who ever trusted her.

This is the same woman who cozied up to my kids, smiled at our family BBQs, and acted like she belonged. Well, here’s the truth—she’s been sneaking around with my husband AND his father for months. Don’t let her fool you; she’s not who she pretends to be.

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A woman typing on her phone | Source: Midjourney

It was brutal, but it was the truth. The post spread like wildfire, and soon, everyone knew what she’d done.

Megan, well, she wasn’t welcome anywhere anymore. Rick, who had once been her biggest defender, realized she had played him too.

She lost her job, her reputation, and any respect she once had in the community. I made sure of that. I exposed her lies for everyone to see, and now she had nothing.

I didn’t feel sorry for her. Not one bit.

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