My Sibling Furtively Took the $20K My Grandma Left Me Before She Passed on — Karma Stepped in Before I Even Defied Him

KARMA stepped in before I even confronted him. I’m 26 and have lived in a different state from my family for four years. MY BROTHER SECRETLY TOOK THE $20K MY GRANDMA LEFT ME BEFORE SHE DIED.

I scarcely converse with them since I was never truly cherished as a youngster. My older brother was always favored by my parents. My grandmother was the only person I was close to.

Sadly, she passed away recently, and I discovered this by accident! Nobody even tried to call me!
Guess what I saw when I rushed back to my hometown to visit her grave? My brother, who lives in a trailer and works as a cashier, drives a red convertible around town. Is that suspicious?

At the grave, I met my grandmother’s closest companion, and during our discussion, he inquired, “DID YOU GET THE $20K YOUR Grandmother LEFT YOU?” That’s when it all came together.

I went straight to my brother’s trailer to confront him, but when I got there, karma had already gotten him…

In addition, it turned out that granny had PLAN B and foreseen this scenario. You can read about how karma got him and what granny really prepared for me in the comments section below. ⬇️ 😱🔥💸👇

I knew something wasn’t right when I saw my brother driving around in a shiny red convertible. I had no idea that that car held the key to a betrayal I had never anticipated, as well as a plan Gran had devised long before she passed away.

I am Juniper. I’ve been living out of state for four years, and I’m 26 now. To tell you the truth, it was the best choice I ever made: to move away from my family and all the hurt that accompanied it.

I never really felt like I was a part of them. Maverick, my older brother, had always been favored by my parents. You could say he was the prodigy, yet that doesn’t actually cover it. I was just there as a child. The “spare,” as Gran used to joke, though she always said it with a gentle tone in her voice.

I left for that reason in part. That, as well as my boyfriend Noel. He persuaded me that it was time to live for myself and create something outside of my family’s shadow.

I moved with him to the city, away from Maverick, my parents, and all of the memories, in our little car.

I once told him over dinner, “Noel, I swear, I just couldn’t stay there anymore.” From across the table, he had smiled at me and reached out to grab my hand, which I still remember.

“You don’t have to clear up it for me once more, June. He had reassuringly squeezed my hand and said, “You did the right thing.” You don’t deserve to be the second choice.

I barely spoke to my family after four years away. Text messages and phone calls became rarer and less frequent. Who are they? Sincerely, they didn’t seem to care. It appeared as though I had just vanished from their lives. Gran was the only person who maintained contact.

She was the one individual in my family who caused me to feel like I made a difference. When I was younger, she would call me late at night to inquire about how my day had gone or sneak me chocolate bars when my mother wasn’t looking.

Gran didn’t care if I felt like my life was in disarray or if it was boring. She recently tuned in.

And afterward, at some point, I figured out she kicked the bucket. Accidentally. Nothing, not even a message or call. Is that really true? I was looking at Facebook, everything being equal, and saw a post from an old family companion. Gran’s photograph. a date and a note reading “Rest in Peace.”

I was unable to relax. I waited for things to make sense as I stared at my phone, but they didn’t. My sincere like it had been torn out of my chest.

“Gran’s gone,” I said as I stood up and dropped my phone on the table.

“Noel raised his head from the couch. What? What does it imply that she has left?”

“She passed on. I was not even informed.” Though the tears were burning, it was more than just sadness; It was possibly betrayal and anger.” Why didn’t they inform me?

In a split second, Noel stood up and gave me a hug that made no sense. Why hadn’t my folks called me? Indeed, even Dissident. Nothing.

That same evening, I booked a flight back home.

I had to pay a visit to Gran’s grave, no matter what. At least on my terms, I had to say goodbye. I found myself walking through my hometown the next morning, the place I hadn’t seen in years and the place I had tried so hard to leave. Except for one thing, everything was as I remembered it.

As I remained at the side of the road close to the graveyard, I spotted something that made my blood run cold. Maverick, my brother, was driving by in a flashy red convertible.

Maverick? The one who continued to work as a cashier despite struggling to make ends meet? He was driving a vehicle that seemed as though it cost more than as long as he can remember investment funds.

My stomach agitated. There was a problem.

I was standing by Gran’s grave later that day, the only sound around being the gentle rustle of the trees. I couldn’t get rid of the knot in my stomach because the earth was still fresh. Gran was truly absent. I hadn’t been able to properly say goodbye: no opportunity to express my gratitude to her.

The agony of discovering her death via a Facebook post lingered like an open wound.

I heard footsteps approaching as I knelt beside the grave. I saw Gran’s best friend, Mr. Anderson, when I looked up. He was a sort, more seasoned man, continuously floating around Gran, assisting her with anything she wanted. As he approached, his expression was melancholy.

Standing next to me, he spoke softly, “Juniper, I’m so sorry.” Your Gran… she was a stand-out woman.”

The lump in my throat went down in my mouth. She was in fact. I only wish I could have spent more time with her.

He gave a distant nod and nodded. He then turned to me and inquired, “Did you get the $20,000 she left you?” after a brief pause of silence.

In shock, I blinked. The… “Which?

“The furrow in Mr. Anderson’s brow.” Your mother. In her will, she mentioned that she had set aside $20,000 for you. I simply assumed you were aware.

My heart sank. Out of nowhere, the red convertible Nonconformist was driving checked out on the planet. I let out all the rage that had been building up inside me. “No,” I muttered while rising with my hands clasped at my sides. I had no idea.”

Mr. Anderson’s face became pale. Gracious, Juniper, Please accept my apologies.”

But I was no longer paying attention. I had to get to the trailer of Maverick. Now.

With my thoughts racing, I stormed back to my car. I hadn’t given it much thought until Maverick, who had never been able to hold down a steady job, suddenly started driving around in a flashy car. It was, of course, my money. He took the money Gran left me, the only member of my family who actually cared about me, without thinking twice.

I was prepared for a full-blown argument when I arrived at Maverick’s trailer. However, what I saw caught me off guard. The red convertible was smashed to pieces in the driveway there.

The windshield was broken, the front bumper was smashed, and the tires appeared to be flat. It appeared as though the car had been in a major accident.

Maverick was standing in his battered trailer’s entranceway. He was on crutches, his leg was in a cast, and his face was bruised and covered in scrapes.

Karma had proactively found him.

I approached him, my resentment quickly supplanted by shock. ” Dissident, what in the world occurred?”

His eyes darted away from mine as he uncomfortably shifted on his crutches. It’s nothing at all.”

“Nothing?” “I made a gesture at the wrecked car.” That appears to be something. What were you up to? Maverick, why did you steal her money?

Knowing he couldn’t avoid it any longer, he winced. I didn’t intend for it to go this way, Juniper. I… I simply thought I’d get it. I planned to repay you. However, when I saw that car, I thought, “Borrow it?” I was skeptical. ” You don’t simply “borrow” $20,000 that wasn’t yours. You took that money like it was nothing because my grandmother left it for me. Now look at yourself. This is karma, Dissident. You ought to get this.

Maverick tried to say something, but I wasn’t done. You’ve generally taken everything. The love and attention of my parents: It was always about you in everything. What, then? This was unique. You stole this from my grandmother, the only person who actually cared about me.

“Maverick bowed his head. I screwed up, alright? “You thought what?” I asked. I screamed. That I would not learn? that Gran didn’t give me enough?”

He did not have a response. The weight of everything hanging in the air made us stand there in silence. My phone buzzed in my pocket just as I was about to turn and leave. It was Mr. Clearwater, Gran’s legal advisor.

“Mr. Clearwater?” I replied, keeping my eyes on Free thinker.

“Juniper, I’ve been going over your grandma’s will,” Mr. Clearwater said. As if he was aware that I needed some reassurance, his voice was steady and calm. There’s something you ought to be aware. Your grandma anticipated this could occur.”

“What’s your point?” I asked, my heart beating in my chest.

She had a strategy in place because she was aware that Maverick might try to steal the money. Only a portion of her estate was worth the $20,000. Its remainder — her home, her reserve funds, her ventures — have at it, Juniper. She gave you complete control.

I had no idea what I was hearing. Everything?”

Mr. Clearwater confirmed, “Yes, everything.” Your grandmother was extremely direct. So that you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone, she wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, however they weren’t simply from trouble. Gran was aware. She had protected me in the only way she could because she had seen everything about this coming. She continued to look out for me even after she passed away: as yet showing me that I made a difference.

I took a full breath, steadying myself as I checked Nonconformist out. ” I trust that convertible was worth the effort, Free thinker. I hope the ride was fun for you.

He started, his voice shaky, “Juniper, I—.”

I cut him off by raising my hand. Don’t. Maverick, I’m done making excuses. Simply save it.”

I turned and walked away without waiting for a response, leaving him there broken in multiple ways. I no longer felt like the forgotten sibling for the first time. That was guaranteed by Gran.