I didn't expected it to end this way :(

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I pretended to lose my memory after a car accident to see who would help me remember-right before revealing I'd secretly inherited $67 million and remembered everything.

My family only called when they needed something. My sister Rachel for rent money. My brother Mike for business loans. My parents for their endless "emergencies." I was their personal bank, nothing more.

The wake-up call came at my nephew's graduation, While I was getting drinks, I overheard my sister on the phone: "Yeah, Alex is loaded but he's so gullible. I just cry a little and he hands over whatever i need it's like having a rich, stupid brother."

They all laughed. Including my parents.

That night, I checked my bank statements. Over five years, I'd given them 53-40,000. Not one penny had been paid back. Not one genuine thank you

Two weeks later, my great-uncle Henry's lawyer called. Henry had left me his entire fortune-$67 million from his shipping empire. "He said you were the only family member who visited him without asking for money," the lawyer explained.

Tasked him to keep it confidential while I figured things out. That's when I had my idea

I staged a car accident. Nothing dangerous just a fender bender in a parking lot with my friend's help. But went to the hospital claiming head trauma and memory loss.

The doctors were confused by my "symptoms," but I'd researched everything perfectly. Selective amnesia I could remember basic functions but not people, relationships, or my financial situation

I don't understand." I told my family from the hospital bed. "Who are you peaple? Why do you keep saying you're my family?"

The reactions were instant and telling.

Rachel immediately started "reminding" me about the $15,000 I'd "promised" her for a new car ou went so excited to help me. Alex. You said it was a gift"

Mike brought fake loan documents. "You Invested in my restaurant, remember? We were partners. I just need another $30,000 to keep it running"

My parents kept pushing me to sign papers. "These are just medical forms, son. To help with your recovery" But my elderly neighbor Mrs. Patterson, who I barely knew, brought homemade soup every day. You helped my grandson with his college applications," she said. "I don't expect you to remember, but kindness desenves kindness

My coworker James, who I'd mentored for two years, took vacation deys to sit with me. "Wou don't remember me, but you changed my life. Now let me help you"
Even my mailman, Carlos, stopped by, "You always asked about my kids, man. Made my day better. Hope you get your memory back."

For three months, I watched my family try to steal from someone they thought had brain damage while strangers showed genuine care.

The final straw came when Rachel brought legal papers to make her my financial guardian, "Since you can't remember how to manage money, I'll take care of everything for you"

Time for the reveal.

I called a family meeting at my house. Everyone came, probably thinking they'd finally get control of my assets. Rachel walked in with her guardianship papers. Mike brought more fake investment documents. My parents had researched memory care facilities the cheapest anes they could find.

I sat there, looking confused and helpless

I've been thinking about my memory." I said slowly. "And I realized something important"

I reached into my desk and pulled out the inheritance documents.

"I remember everything. Every lie. Every manipulation. Every time you tried to steal from someone you thought had brain damage"

The room exploded. Rachel dropped her papers. Mike started stuttering excuses. My parents looked like they'd seen a ghost

"Here's what I really inherited while you were bury scamming your 'disabled brother," I said showing them the $67 million estate documents.

"And here's what you're getting from it-exactly what you gave me when you thought I was helpless. Nothing" Rachel tried to grab the papers. "You can't do this! We're family!"

"Family doesn't smal from brain damaged relatives, I replied:

I turned to Mrs. Patterson, James, and Carfos, who I'd invited to witness this, "You three showed kindness to someone who couldn't help you back. Mrs. Patterson, your grandson's medical school is paid for. James, you're getting the promotion and the salary you deserve-I'm buying the company. Carlos, enjoy your new house."

My family screamed about lawyers and lawsuits and blood relations

moved to Switzerland last month.

My es-family still calls, claiming they were "just confused" and "trying to help