I thought inheriting my grandma’s house would bring me peace, but instead, it brought chaos — and it was caused by my own cousin.My name’s Elena, I’m 27, and I work as a freelance illustrator. After my mom passed away when I was six, I moved in with my grandmother, Gran. She raised me with love and care, filling my childhood with warmth, cinnamon rolls, and kindness.
Gran’s other daughter, my Aunt Greta, had a daughter too — my cousin Lydia. Lydia and I were never close. She rarely visited and never helped when Gran was sick.When Gran passed away last spring, she left me her cozy two-bedroom cottage.
It wasn’t fancy, but it was full of memories and love.One day, Lydia called unexpectedly. She claimed she needed to pick up some important documents that Gran had kept at the house. I told her I’d be away for a day, and she insisted I leave a key for her.
I didn’t think much of it and agreed. When I returned, my heart sank. The house was a complete mess.
Food wrappers were scattered everywhere, the smell was awful, and Gran’s bedroom was in terrible shape. It wasn’t just untidy — it felt deliberate. called Lydia immediately.
She didn’t deny it. Instead, she said, “Gran should have left the house to me. You don’t deserve it.” Then she hung up.For days, I worked tirelessly to clean and restore the house.
When I couldn’t fix the bedroom walls myself, I hired painters. I replaced ruined furniture and spent more money than I could afford. Even when everything looked clean again, Lydia’s words stayed with me.
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