Greedy Parents Forced Me To Give "My House" To My Brother, Unaware That My Wife Bought It... What Happened Next Is Unbelievable!

It was "rightfully" HIS home???

From the moment my parents announced I needed to "step up" and hand over my house to my older brother Kenny, I knew what was coming.

They’d been pulling this garbage my whole life—babying him while piling responsibility on me. What they didn’t know, though, was the deed wasn’t in my name.

My wife owned every square inch of that house. So when I watched their smug faces as they moved in, I couldn’t wait to drop the truth bomb.

Their reaction? Unbelievable.

A family talk

Sitting across from my parents, I felt like I was in the principal’s office. My mom folded her arms and gave a stern look. "We’ve decided,"

she began, "that you should help your Kenny out." My dad nodded, as if they had rehearsed this together. He added, "

He's had a tough time recently, you know." They both leaned in, waiting for me to agree, as if this was totally normal.

Trying to understand

I looked at them, puzzled. “How is giving him my house helping?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Dad reached over, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Family helps family," he said, like it was some sort of mantra.

Mom gave a dramatic sigh, like I was the one being unreasonable here. It was clear to them that their logic was sound, even if I didn’t agree.

Kenny's leisure

Turning to see Kenny sprawled on the couch, I couldn’t believe it. There he was, texting away without a care in the world.

His face lit up with a smug grin, clearly catching every word. He looked satisfied, like he’d won the lottery.

It was as if all the stress was mine alone to bear and he could just keep lounging there with no worries.

The obvious choice

Feeling frustrated, I wondered out loud, "Why can’t he just move somewhere else?" Kenny barely looked up, just giving a lazy shrug before pointing at the TV.

That silent gesture said it all—this wasn’t just a suggestion. It was like he didn’t even need to justify taking over my place, as if it was all decided and nothing more needed to be said.