What’s the coldest thing your sibling ever did to you?

What's the coldest thing your sibling

ever did to you? My twin brother Jake

and I were inseparable until we turned

16. That's when our grandfather died and

left us his vintage motorcycle

collection. 12 bikes worth about $80,000

total. The will said we had to split

everything equally when we turned 18.

Jake got obsessed with this one bike, a

1969 Harley that grandpa called his

baby. Jake would sit in the garage just

staring at it, planning how he'd fix it

up. 2 weeks before our 18th birthday, I

came home from work and found Jake in

our shared bedroom crying. He handed me

a crumpled paper. Our parents divorce

documents. Dad was moving to Florida.

Mom was keeping the house, but she'd

have to sell grandpa's bikes to pay for

it. Jake grabbed my shoulders. Listen,

if you sign over your half to me, I'll

buy the Harley from mom, and we can keep

at least one bike in the family. I could

see he'd been planning this speech. His

hands were shaking. I trusted him

completely. We were twins. We shared

everything, so I signed. The day we

turned 18, Jake went to the lawyer's

office alone. He came back that evening

with keys to the Harley and a huge grin.

"Got it for $3,000," he said. "Mom, so

happy. Something felt wrong." I called

mom. Her voice got weird when I asked

about the bike sale. After 20 minutes of

me pushing, she finally admitted the

truth. Jake hadn't just bought the

Harley. He bought all 12 bikes for

$40,000, exactly half their value. My

signature had given him legal ownership

of my entire inheritance. My own mother

had helped him do it because Jake

convinced her I didn't really care about

motorcycles. He said, "You told him you

just wanted the money for college

anyway," she whispered. I confronted

Jake that night. He didn't even look

guilty. "You were never into bikes like

me," he said, polishing the Harley's

chrome. "This way they stay in the

family where they belong. I moved out

the next week." "We didn't speak for 3

years. Then last month, I got a call

from mom. Jake was getting married and

wanted me as his best man. He misses

you," she said. "Can't you just forgive

and move on?" I drove to his engagement

party. Jake ran up and hugged me like

nothing had happened. "Bro, look what

I've built." He walked me to his garage.

All 12 bikes, fully restored, gleaming

under the lights. "This collection is

worth $200,000 now." He bragged to his

fiance's parents. "My grandfather left

me and my brother a real treasure." His

fianceé, Sarah, smiled at me. Jake told

me so much about how you two restored

these together. I looked at Jake. His

face went pale. He'd been lying to her

for months about our shared hobby. I

smiled back at Sarah. Actually, Jake,

why don't you tell everyone how you

really got these bikes? The room went

silent. Jake started stammering about

family business and complicated legal

stuff. I pulled out my phone and showed

Sarah the original will, the document I

signed, and the sale records I'd gotten

from the lawyer. Her face changed as she

read. "You stole your brother's

inheritance," she whispered. Jake tried

to grab my phone. "It's not stealing if

he signed it over." Sarah looked at the

dates on the documents. "He was 17 when

he signed this. This isn't even legal."

That's when I dropped the real bomb.

Sarah, I've been working with a lawyer

for 6 months. The statute of limitations

hasn't run out. I can still contest this

in court and get half of everything

back. Jake's face went white. You

wouldn't. I looked around the room at

his fianceé, her parents, all his

friends who'd heard him brag about his

collection. You're right, Jake. I won't

take you to court, but I am going to

tell Sarah's parents exactly who they're

letting their daughter marry. I turned

to leave, then looked back one more

time. The coldest thing isn't that you

stole from me when we were kids. It's

that you built your whole adult life on

that lie, and you were going to let your

wife live it, too. Jake called me 17

times that night. Sarah called off the

engagement the next