I Gave My Brother My Last Savings to Save His Business, But He Blocked My Number the Moment He Succeeded
I never thought family could hurt so deeply. My brother and I grew up together, sharing the same struggles, the same dreams, and the same small joys of life. I always believed that family meant loyalty, trust, and unconditional support. I thought that blood could never betray blood. I was wrong. I learned that lesson the hardest way — through betrayal from someone I called my own brother.
It all started a few years ago. My brother’s business was failing. He came to me, desperate and pleading for help. He said he was on the verge of losing everything — his shop, his investments, even his reputation. I didn’t hesitate. I took all my savings, the money I had been collecting to start my own small business, and gave it to him. I trusted him completely. I believed that together, we could save what he had started and rebuild our lives stronger than before.
For months, I stayed by his side. I gave advice, helped manage finances, and encouraged him to work harder. I sacrificed my comfort, eating less and working extra hours, all to ensure that he could succeed. I never asked for repayment because he was family. I believed that family honor and gratitude would keep our bond strong. I thought that love and loyalty were enough to protect us from betrayal.
