My Parents Left Me Out of Their Will Completely. Then I Found Out What Grandpa Had Done Behind Their Backs

I overheard my parents talking about their will. and surprise, surprise, they were leaving everything to my brother. Not a single mention of me. When I confronted my mom, she just smiled and said, “You’ll understand one day.” The irony? My grandpa always knew how they treated me. 

When they finally see what he did for me, they’re going to absolutely lose it… 

The moment I stepped out of my room, my face was like a storm. I marched straight to the living room, ready to burst. How could they pretend everything was normal? ‘Olivia, let’s not make this a big deal,’ Mom said. Her voice was calm, way too calm for my liking. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to yell or just leave. Instead, I just stood there and shook my head, feeling the sting of being left out.

James lounged in the living room, glued to his phone, barely noticing my entrance. ‘Have you heard about the will?’ I questioned. He glanced up with a half-smirk, ‘Yeah, I've known for a while, actually.’ His casual tone made my blood boil. How could he not care? For him, it was just another Thursday. Meanwhile, for me, it was like getting splashed with cold water. I tried to keep my cool as I turned to walk away.

Mom and Dad were busy in the kitchen, acting like the conversation hadn't shaken our world. ‘So, what’s for dinner?’ Dad’s voice cut through the tension like nothing had happened. His obliviousness made me want to scream. I decided it was no use talking to them now. It was clear they’d already made up their minds. I needed space, somewhere to sort through this mess. With a deep breath, I headed outside, feeling the weight of it all.

With each step away from the house, my thoughts got louder. I needed to pull myself together. They weren't going to see how upset I was. After all, I had Grandpa’s secret. I took a deep breath of fresh air and felt a bit lighter. The autumn sky was a calming blue, and the wind was playful with my hair. I decided to go for a walk, hoping it would clear my head a bit.

Halfway down the street, I bumped into Lily. ‘Hey, Olivia! You look like you need a coffee,’ she said with a grin. I nodded, grateful for her easygoing company. 'Let's hit the café,’ she suggested. We strolled to our favorite spot, and I was thankful for the distraction. Lily had a way of turning any bad day around, and today, I needed that more than ever. Sometimes just being around a friend is all you need.

Over steaming mugs at our usual corner table, I let out a sigh of pent-up frustration. ‘Can you believe it? Everything goes to James!’ I vented, twirling my spoon in my coffee. Lily listened intently, nodding along. ‘That's so unfair, Liv. You deserve better,’ she stated, her eyes wide with disbelief. For once, I felt truly heard. Talking it out with Lily made things feel less overwhelming, even if only for a moment.

Lily leaned forward, ‘Why don’t you just confront them again?’ I chuckled at her suggestion, despite the heaviness in my chest, ‘Oh, believe me, it wouldn’t work. It's like talking to a brick wall sometimes.’ Lily raised her eyebrows, ‘You're probably right. Still, you deserve an explanation.’ I shrugged, knowing deep down that the best response was to let things unfold. Sometimes you just have to wait and see how the cards fall.

We meandered through the park, the vibrant autumn leaves crunching under our feet. Each breath of crisp air felt like a kind of relief, gradually untangling the tension inside me. The fiery oranges and reds above us shifted my focus, reminding me of simpler things. Lily linked her arm with mine, reminding me not everything was complicated. In those moments, I felt a spark of happiness amidst the storm brewing at home.

As we wandered into the bookstore, I was lost in the sea of stories. ‘A good mystery will be a nice escape,’ I said, thumbing through the shelves. The familiar scent of books was like a warm embrace, a reminder of Grandpa, who always encouraged my love for reading. Finding a novel, I felt a sense of anticipation; it was something to look forward to amidst the chaos. Sometimes, a good story can be the best escape.

When I got home, my parents were sitting at the dining table, their eyes glued to some important-looking papers. I stood there for a moment, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment. But they were in their world, whispering in hushed tones about investments and accounts. 'Hi, mom. Hi, dad,' I finally said, but my greeting fell flat. They barely glanced up, more interested in the numbers on the paper than their own daughter.