Linda received her grandmother’s antique clocks while her covetous brother inherited the house, only to find out her share was worth nearly $200K

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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‘You’re Just a Babysitter, Not a Real Man,’ My Wife Said Before Leaving Me with Three Kids — Story of the Day

I thought I had it all—a loving wife, three amazing kids, and a life we built together. But the night I followed her to that party, everything I believed in came crashing down.

My day always started with the familiar symphony of chaos. Timmy’s sharp cries came from his crib. Kevin crashed his toy cars together on the carpet, making explosion sounds. Meanwhile, Emma stood in front of me.

“Daddy, I have to wear my pink dress today. Everyone will love it. It’s the most amazing dress ever!”

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I nodded as I tied her hair into a neat bow.

“Of course, sweetheart. Everyone will be impressed.”

The warm, sweet aroma of chocolate cookies wafted from the kitchen. My cookies were my signature, baked and ready for the kids’ lunch snack. While the oven did its job, I focused on stitching the last piece of Kevin’s dinosaur costume.

“This has to be the coolest dino ever, Dad!” Kevin said, leaning over the table to inspect my work.

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“It will be, buddy,” I reassured him. “Just you wait.”

In the background, a soft audiobook played. It wasn’t much, just something to keep the kids entertained. Those moments brought me peace. They reminded me that no matter how much life had changed, I still had something to hold on to.

But it hadn’t always been that way.

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I used to run a successful business. Long days and nights of hard work allowed Angela and me to buy this house and pay for her law school. She had dreams, big ones, and I wanted to make them come true.

When Emma was born, she asked me to stay home temporarily so she could finish her internship. I agreed, thinking it was just for a little while. Then Kevin came along, and Angela’s career took off.

“I’ll handle the house and kids,” I told her. “You focus on work.”

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Angela didn’t even take maternity leave with Kevin, rushing back to work just two months after giving birth. Promotion after promotion followed, and her time at home dwindled to nothing.

I became the one who fed the kids, read parenting books, and even baked birthday cakes. I didn’t mind. I was proud of how capable I’d become.

That afternoon, as I stitched the last seam of Kevin’s costume, Angela came home earlier than usual. She didn’t greet me or the kids. Instead, she rushed to the bedroom.

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A few minutes later, she appeared in the hallway, transformed. Her black dress hugged her figure perfectly, and her red lipstick glistened under the light. She looked stunning.

“There’s a work party tonight. I need to be there,” she said, adjusting her earrings.

“A work party?” I asked. “You didn’t mention anything. I could’ve gone with you.”

“It’s late. It’s for work. You wouldn’t enjoy it.”

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I stood there, watching her leave without a backward glance. For a moment, an idea sparked.

I grabbed the phone and dialed our neighbor, Mrs. Graham.

“Hi, could you watch the kids for a couple of hours tonight?”

With her agreement, I turned off the oven, slipped into my best shirt, and grabbed a bouquet of Angela’s favorite lilies.

“Tonight,” I murmured, “I’ll remind her of what we used to have.”

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***

The party was alive with energy when I stepped into the venue. The music pulsed through the air, and the room shimmered with expensive fabrics and sparkling jewelry. I felt a little out of place in my simple shirt and slacks, clutching a bouquet of lilies like a lovesick teenager.

As my eyes scanned the crowd, they landed on Angela. She was on stage, the center of attention. She looked breathtaking like someone who had just walked off the cover of a glossy magazine.

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I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as I listened to her speech. Her words flowed effortlessly, and the audience hung onto every sentence.

My wife is brilliant. My Angela. How did I get so lucky?

I adjusted my grip on the lilies, imagining her smile after getting them.

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Her speech ended with thunderous applause. But before I could step forward, another man appeared beside her. He handed her a massive bouquet of orchids, the kind I could never afford.

Then, he hugged her. The lilies nearly slipped from my hands.

Angela’s face lit up, but not with the smile she gave me. This was warm and intimate.

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The room blurred around me as I followed them through the crowd, staying just far enough behind to avoid being noticed. They stopped near the exit. I heard her voice, clear and sharp:

“Just a little longer, and we won’t have to hide. I’m filing for divorce soon.”

My legs trembled, but I forced myself to step forward. I held out the flowers silently. Angela’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word. Without looking back, I turned and walked away.

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***

Angela had become someone I barely recognized. The kind, ambitious woman I once adored had transformed into someone cold and cynical. Her sharp words still echoed in my mind.

“I don’t love you anymore,” she said after that evening.

“You’re nothing more than a babysitter, not a real man.”

The disdain in her eyes cut deeper than I cared to admit. She stood in the middle of the living room, listing her demands as though reading off a shopping list.

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“I’ll take the house, the car, and all the savings. I’ll leave you with the most precious thing. The kids.”

It wasn’t an act of love. Angela didn’t want them.

The divorce dragged on, a cold and transactional process. There were no heartfelt talks, no apologies. I braced myself for the worst, but in the end, the court sided with me. I was granted custody of the children and ownership of the house.

It felt like a small victory in a losing battle.

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But from that moment, everything depended on me. I had to find a job, provide for my kids, and figure out how to rebuild a life that had been shattered.

After years as a stay-at-home dad, the job market felt foreign and intimidating.

***

One morning, as I dropped Kevin off at preschool, I stood by the classroom door, watching him run to his friends. A familiar voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hi, Andrew.” It was Jennifer.

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She was both one of the single moms in Kevin’s class and a teacher there, someone I’d exchanged polite hellos with but didn’t know well.

“We’re looking for a teaching assistant at the preschool,” she continued. “Maybe it’s exactly what you need right now.”

Her words surprised me. Teaching assistant? I hadn’t considered anything like that.

“Do you think they’d even consider me?” I asked, doubt creeping into my voice.

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“Of course. You’re already great with the kids. Why not make it official?”

I decided to apply, and within weeks, I started working at the preschool. It wasn’t a permanent job, but it gave me enough income to cover our needs. It also came with free extracurricular activities for the kids and more time to be with them.

***

A few months later, Kevin and Emma were performing in a class play. I stood in the crowd, clapping proudly as my children took their bows.

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Then, I spotted Angela in the audience. She never attended preschool events, and her presence sent a wave of unease through me. After the performance, she approached me, her smile too wide to be genuine.

“Let’s talk,” she said sweetly. “I’ve been thinking… maybe we should give our family another chance.”

I froze. Her tone was off and calculated. It didn’t take long to understand why. Her new boyfriend had left her, and her business was struggling. She didn’t want me. She wanted the stability I provided.

“I can’t do this,” I said firmly. “You’re welcome to see the kids, but we’re not a family anymore.”

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Her expression changed instantly. The sugary facade melted away, replaced by cold anger.

“If you think you can just refuse me, you’re wrong,” she hissed. “I’ll take the kids. You don’t even have a stable job. The court will rule in my favor.”

Her words weren’t about love or parenting. They were about control. Angela didn’t care about the kids. She just wanted to win.

The stakes were higher than ever, and I couldn’t afford to lose.

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***

The weeks that followed were some of the most stressful of my life. Angela’s legal threats hung over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over every moment. I couldn’t sleep without her words echoing in my mind.

“I’ll take the kids. The court will side with me.”

It wasn’t just a threat. It was a battle cry, one I couldn’t afford to ignore.

Jennifer quickly became my lifeline. She was always there, whether it was to listen, offer advice, or bring me coffee when I looked ready to collapse.

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“You’ve been the primary caregiver for years,” she said one evening as we sat in my living room, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. “No court would take the kids away from you. We just need to prove it.”

Her words gave me hope, but I knew hope alone wouldn’t win this fight. Together, we worked tirelessly to gather evidence.

We found photos—birthday parties, preschool events, and everyday moments that showed me at the center of my kids’ lives. Jennifer helped collect testimonials from neighbors, teachers, and even the preschool principal, who agreed to write a letter explaining how involved I was in my children’s lives.

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The day of the court hearing arrived, Angela was already there, dressed in a sleek designer suit. As the hearing began, Angela’s lawyer argued that her financial stability ensured a better future for the children. But when the judge asked about her role in their lives, she faltered, and her polished facade cracked.

Our evidence spoke louder than her words. The ruling came down in my favor. Full custody was mine, while Angela was granted visitation rights.

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Outside, Jennifer was waiting for me. She smiled and hugged me tightly. “I told you we’d figure it out!”

Life didn’t magically return to normal after that. I continued working at the preschool, and with Jennifer’s encouragement, I enrolled in evening courses to become a certified teacher.

As the days turned into weeks, my friendship with Jennifer grew. She became a light in my life, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there was still hope.

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One evening, as we sat in the yard watching kids play, Jennifer turned to me with a smile.

“You know, sometimes life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you need when you least expect it.”

She was right. Angela’s betrayal had broken me, but it also pushed me to discover my strength, my purpose, and something I hadn’t thought I’d find again. Love.

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