My grandmother left me a dilapidated house in a village as my inheritance, while my brother got a three-bedroom apartment in the capital. My husband called me a failure and kicked me out. I went to the village and when I stepped inside the house I was stunned. But before we continue, please write in the comments which country you’re watching this video from. Enjoy. The air was thick with tension, so palpable you could touch it. Olga felt it growing with every heartbeat, tightening her chest.
The notary’s office was stuffy, smelling of old paper and something musty, as if only shadows of the past lingered here. The lawyer, a gaunt man in a formal suit, cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and began reading the will of Maria Stepanovna, their grandmother. Anton, Olga’s older brother, sat beside her, lounging in his chair with a smug smile.
He had always been their grandmother’s favorite, a successful businessman living in the capital. Olga, on the other hand, seemed like a shadow in his presence, quiet, modest, working as a librarian. She always felt undervalued, as if her existence was merely a backdrop to her brother’s vibrant life. The apartment at the address I bequeathed to my grandson Anton Sergeyevich.
The lawyer’s voice was monotonous, like he was reading a verdict. Anton raised an eyebrow triumphantly, casting a fleeting, almost contemptuous glance at Olga. She tried to stay calm, though inside she was seething. She knew her grandmother loved Anton, but she still hoped for some semblance of fairness. And the house located in the village of Zarecha, along with all its outbuildings and land, I bequeathed to my granddaughter, Olga Sergeyevna. Olga felt the blood drain from her face. Zarecha, an old, crumbling house she barely remembered.
She had only been there as a young child. It must be a mistake, a misunderstanding. What was she supposed to do with a falling apart house? Anton burst out laughing. Well, Olga, at least you got something. You shouldn’t have expected anything worthwhile from grandma. What are you going to do with that junk, chopped firewood?
Olga stayed silent, unable to find words. Resentment choked her like a snake. She felt humiliated and insulted. Why had her grandmother done this? Did she really think Olga was so worthless that all she deserved was an old house in a remote village? After the will was read, everything happened quickly. Anton, pleased with himself, hurried off, tossing over his shoulder, don’t forget to sell that wreck or the taxes will eat you alive.
The lawyer handed Olga the documents and keys to the house. She left the office in a daze. Outside, her husband, Igor, was waiting. He looked grim and irritated.
So, what happened? He asked, not even bothering to greet her. Olga told him about the will. Igor listened, his frown deepening. When she finished, he exploded. A house in the village? Are you serious?
Olga, can you do anything useful for once? You’re always causing problems. A capital apartment, that’s a real opportunity. And you? You got some trash. You’re just unlucky, a total failure. Igor’s words cut deeper than Anton’s mockery.
She had always tried to be a good wife, supporting him in everything. But he never appreciated her, always criticizing her for being weak and not earning enough. Igor, please, she tried to defend herself. But he cut her off. Enough. I’m tired of you and your uselessness. Pack your things and get out.
I’m done carrying you. Olga felt her world collapse.
She was alone. No money, no support. Just the keys to an old house in a remote village. Tears welled up. But she held them back. She wouldn’t let him see her weakness. Packing her belongings, Olga left the apartment she and Igor had rented together.
She didn’t know where to go or what to do. One thought consumed her. Get as far away as possible from this deceit, this betrayal. Without much thought, she bought a bus ticket to Zarechye. She didn’t care what awaited her in that godforsaken village. She just needed to escape, to hide, to start over. The journey was long and exhausting.