On Friday, Ariana had a short day at the office. As soon as the clock struck the end of work hours, her female colleagues grabbed their bags and rushed home. Ariana’s computer let her down. The old machine took forever to shut down. In the end, the young woman left the office last.
Her husband couldn’t pick her up from work. His boss scheduled an important meeting for the evening. Andrew had to be there no matter what. The boss doesn’t make any decisions without her spouse. It’s odd, of course, but Andrew seems to like it.
Ariana decided not to call a cab but to take the bus and stroll a bit around the neighborhood. Because of that, she got home a little later than planned. When Ariana entered the apartment, she thought she smelled unfamiliar perfume in the hallway. The woman sniffed. A second later, the scent vanished as if it had never been there.
Ariana looked around for some reason. Everything else was as usual; nothing had changed. Even the large gold earrings carelessly left by the mirror were in place. “This definitely isn’t thieves!” she said aloud jokingly.
After a while, she forgot about everything. She leisurely took a shower, dried her hair, and went to heat up dinner. In the fridge, she noticed an almost empty pack of sausages. Just yesterday it was full, and today only five were left. Ariana was surprised that her husband, stopping by home, had lunch with sausages instead of lasagna and crab salad. That wasn’t very like Andrew.
Anyway, it was his choice. Ariana set the table and sat down to eat. Andrew came back late and refused food. The meeting was at a restaurant, and he had a good snack there. His wife didn’t interrogate him about the sausages.
Over the next week, Ariana noticed several small things indicating that someone was in the apartment while they were away. Water drops appeared in the bathroom that weren’t there in the morning, bottles on the shelves changed positions, or her comb ended up on the floor. On the weekend, the couple went out of town. They returned only on Sunday evening. Ariana started throwing clothes into the washing machine and found it wet. They hadn’t been home for two days, but the drum looked like the wash had just finished recently…
“Andrew, sometimes I think that while we’re gone, someone comes into our apartment,” Ariana said thoughtfully. “How’s that?” asked her husband. “I don’t know,” the woman replied. “But that’s the feeling I’m getting.”
She told her husband about the oddities in the apartment she’d been noticing lately. “The spare keys are with my parents. But why would they drive across the whole city to us? To eat sausages and do laundry? Their machine is fine. This is extremely weird.”
“Possibly,” Andrew agreed. She thoughtfully rubbed her forehead. “Ari, maybe it’s just your imagination?” Andrew asked. “Lately, you’ve been coming home tired from work. It’s probably stress affecting you that way.”
“I don’t know,” Ariana waved her hand. “But someone used the machine.” “Ari, we used it,” Andrew replied. “In two days, it would have dried out,” she persisted.
Andrew sighed. He came home from work later than his wife, and it seemed to him that nothing in the apartment changed. “Do you suspect my mom?” the man asked. “Who else?”
“Ariana, dear, she went to visit a friend in another state three days ago. She physically couldn’t use our washer. And Dad even less so. For him, watching TV is more important than washing clothes or cooking.”
Ariana pondered again. If Helen really left, she couldn’t have come. Robert altogether sees no point in visiting the young ones. No, not because he’s a sensitive father. He simply doesn’t care how his younger son lives. The older one either, actually.
But he can at least brag about the older Michael. The man achieved great success in New York. He earns well, bought a brand-new expensive car, bought housing. Robert doesn’t tire of repeating how he respects Michael. As for Andrew, to his father, he’s a loser.
And no, the younger one doesn’t ask parents for money, isn’t unemployed, has no bad habits or legal problems. He never caused his parents trouble and doesn’t now. If help is needed, they always call Andrew, and he doesn’t refuse. Because he’s nearby, in this city.
Andrew has a good job, a car, and renovations in the apartment, but Robert doesn’t consider his second son’s achievements worthy of attention. Moreover, the father thinks the younger one hasn’t achieved anything.
The next day, Ariana noticed that her hair conditioner was completely gone. She definitely remembered that half the bottle was left before the trip. “Andrew, did you take my conditioner?” the woman asked…
“No,” her husband replied. “Are you looking for traces of ‘little green men’ again?” “I had half left, and now it’s at the bottom,” Ariana insisted.
Andrew sighed and looked at his wife with irritation. Her oddities scared him. The man was sure no one came into their apartment. It was simply impossible.
If it’s thieves, why don’t they take anything valuable? Shampoos and powder aren’t the biggest valuables in their apartment. If it’s Mom or Dad, then… it’s time to call a doctor for them. Why would two elderly people drive across the city to take a bath in their son’s house? Andrew couldn’t find a clear explanation for this…
He tried to talk to Helen, but she assured him she never came to the apartment without an invitation. Robert just twirled his finger at his temple. “I told you, women are nothing but trouble,” he said. “Learn from your brother. He’s free, and no one messes with his head.”
Helen, hearing these words, grew sad. Andrew waved his hand and left the room. He never managed a normal dialogue with his father.
Soon, Ariana figured out what happened to her conditioner. She found its traces on the tile. Someone spilled it and then wiped it up. Andrew assured her it wasn’t him. But if not him, then who?
And while Andrew thought about which doctor to see to help his wife, Ariana anxiously surveyed the apartment. She started feeling very uncomfortable there. The young woman walked through the square footage, carefully examining every corner. Nothing interesting could be found. It seemed paranoia was deceiving her.
Ariana seemed to calm down for a while, but in a couple of days, another oddity caught her eye. For example, the mirror in the hallway. A fingerprint was found on it. Too large to belong to Ariana or Andrew. Both had neat fingers.
“Andrew, look, a spot on the mirror!” She called her husband. “Now you won’t argue with me? This is clearly not your or my print,” the woman said.
“Ari, one of our friends could have left it.” “The last time we had a gathering was a month and a half ago. I cleaned two weeks ago. There was no spot here,” Ariana replied. “Darling, maybe we should see a doctor?” Andrew asked on an exhale.
He looked his wife straight in the eyes. Ariana realized the man wasn’t joking. “Do you think I’ve gone crazy?” she asked. “No, but maybe you have an obsessive thought. We need to do something about it,” Andrew replied.
“I see,” the woman replied offendedly… She was simply sure it wasn’t her imagination. Her husband didn’t believe Ariana. He made an appointment for her with a psychotherapist, who, after listening attentively, prescribed medication that was supposed to help her calm down.
But Ariana didn’t get better. She just stopped sharing her observations with her husband. Instead, a plan matured in the woman’s mind. For several days in a row, she left work early. She explained it by her husband’s illness. The boss accommodated her.
Ariana came home earlier than usual, wanting to catch the uninvited guest red-handed, but each time, turning the key in the lock, she found only ringing emptiness. The young woman pondered what was happening to her. Dragging herself home early for the fourth time, she swore that if everything was normal today too, she would admit she was sick.
Ariana carefully opened the door. Water was running in the bathroom. She glanced at the shoe rack. Andrew wasn’t home yet. Taking a step, Ariana suddenly noticed unfamiliar men’s boots. No, definitely not her husband’s.
And she had no paranoia. There was a truth that was being hidden from her for some reason. And now she would find out what it was. Ariana wanted to burst into the bathroom to catch the uninvited guest off guard, but stopped in time. Better to wait for him in the room. It’s unlikely a criminal with a weapon ran in to steal a bit of shampoo.
Ariana sat on the sofa in the living room and waited. After a few minutes, the water noise stopped. It became completely quiet, as if the guest was tiptoeing on the tile. The young woman got up, approached the doorway, and listened. Everything froze inside. Finally, someone slightly opened the bathroom door and, judging by the quiet steps, went out into the corridor.
Ariana exhaled and left the room. In the corridor, she almost collided with her husband’s brother. Michael jumped back in fear, slightly slipping on the new laminate. He had on a not-so-fresh T-shirt and quite fashionable pants. Wet hair stuck to his forehead. Confusion in his eyes…
“You?” Ariana was surprised. “What the hell are you doing here? How are you here?” She had seen Michael only a few times. Her husband’s older brother lived in New York and rarely visited relatives. He was always busy, solving some problems, spinning like a snake on a hot skillet.
Each of his visits was considered a holiday. Helen flew on wings, cooked goodies, and cleaned the apartment. Robert perked up. He turned off the TV and hurried to the store for “good” wine, which, however, Michael refused to drink, offering his own.
This time, they somehow kept quiet about the arrival of the favorite son. “Ariana, I’ll explain everything,” said her husband’s brother, guiltily lowering his eyes. “Yeah, please try,” she replied. “I already thought I was going crazy. And Andrew acted like he knew nothing.”
“He wasn’t acting. He really didn’t know. No one except Mom knows I’m here.” Ariana looked closely at Michael’s face. In their short interactions, what stuck with her most was his eternally tired gaze. It seemed the lights had long gone out in this person’s soul. His eyes looked completely empty, and his smile forced. Ariana wondered why his parents didn’t notice this. Or pretended not to.
“Why such secrecy?” Ariana asked. “Did Helen give you the keys?…” “Yes,” he confirmed. “I couldn’t go to them.”
“If you didn’t want to live with them, why couldn’t you just ask us to shelter you? I don’t understand anything.” “I’ll tell you. Just promise me that Dad and Andrew won’t find out about anything.” “Are you hiding from someone? From collectors?” Ariana tried to guess.
“No, I don’t owe anyone anything anymore.” Michael told her that for several years, his business had barely brought in income. He took large loans several times to promote it, but nothing changed. One not-so-beautiful day, everything collapsed completely. He had to close the firm and urgently sell property to pay off debts to banks.
“You see, if not for my vanity, I wouldn’t have gotten in so deep. I needed to cut expenses somehow, tighten the belt, but I didn’t want to! Didn’t want to take a step back. That would mean I failed, that I’m a weakling.”
“Well yeah, you never lose with us,” Ariana replied. Michael snorted. “I just couldn’t show myself as a failure in front of friends, Dad, and brother.”
“Seriously?” Ariana angrily raised her eyebrows. “You risked everything just so no one would think you’re a weakling? Bad news. You don’t have and never had friends.” “Maybe. Now definitely not.”
“Even large enterprises have crises. The coolest companies are on the brink of bankruptcy. And nothing, that step back is taken, work on mistakes is done. What’s shameful in that?” “I know! But I couldn’t do that,” Michael replied irritably. “It’s easier for me to pretend everything’s fine. Simply because it couldn’t be otherwise for me.”
“Does your crown not pinch? Mr. ‘I do everything perfectly’?” Ariana quipped. “It doesn’t.” It seemed her husband’s brother was even a bit offended by these words.
“And now what? Will you keep quietly stealing my sausages?” the young woman asked. “I’ll think of something,” Michael replied. “But I’m ashamed. Ashamed to come to Dad and brother and admit I’m a loser!”
“And sneaking into your brother’s apartment isn’t ashamed?…” “It is,” Michael said on an exhale. “I’m very ashamed of the position I’m in. But I still can’t show my face to Dad. He’s so proud of me, and I… I’m not what he thinks of me. I was never successful, smart, lucky. With business, I constantly had problems. I was all in debt, constantly wriggling, jumping from loan to loan. Just to maintain external stability and not turn out to be a worthless son. If Dad finds out I lost everything and plan to go work for hire, it’ll be a disgrace.”
“I don’t understand,” Ariana shook her head. “Are you really ready to build your whole life to please Dad?” “No, that’s not it,” Michael shook his head. “Mom will accept me any way, but Dad wants me to measure up.”..
“Measure up to what, excuse me?” Ariana was surprised. “Maybe I just don’t know. Are you heirs to a great princely lineage and can’t ‘disgrace’ the family name?” Ariana felt a wave of irritation covering her. Knowing everything about the brothers’ childhood and their relationship with their father, the young woman was sincerely surprised where the older one got such awe for this man.
Michael exhaled loudly. “No. We’re a simple family. Always lived poor. My father achieved nothing himself. And didn’t even try. Went to work. Didn’t take extra shifts, worked from start to finish. The family’s dire situation didn’t bother him. Mom ran to side jobs, and he watched TV and read books,” the man told. “Didn’t teach us much, didn’t help with anything, but always laughed when we failed at something. Once friends taught me to ride a bike. I hoped he’d praise me for learning something on my own. But when I demonstrated my skills, he just laughed. Said I get on the bike ‘like a girl’.”
“I know these stories,” Ariana shrugged. “And I doubly don’t understand why you’re so afraid of his judgment. You’ve already achieved more than him.” “And lost it all. Renting the cheapest housing. No washing machine even. Living on Mom’s money. Haven’t found a job yet. I returned to the city with one suitcase. In it, only remnants of former luxury.”
“Among those remnants were awful cologne,” Ariana replied. “I smelled it right away in the hallway.” Michael laughed. “What, really awful?” “Eww,” Ariana replied…
They were silent for a bit. Ariana was still under the impression of what she heard. She wanted to help Michael, but in this situation, only he could help himself. “Why don’t you want to tell Andrew the truth? He’d help with a job,” Ariana asked sincerely.
“Ask for help from my younger brother? No, I can’t.” “But you can sneak into a stranger’s apartment!” Ariana felt she was starting to get angry.
“Stop. I’m ashamed,” the man asked. “Very ashamed. But if I confess to Andy, it’ll turn out he was right.” “About what?” “About everything. About how to live. About what I was doing in life not right.”
“Oh, my God!” Ariana exclaimed and rolled her eyes. “I envy him,” Michael admitted. “He has a life, and I’ve been throwing dust in eyes for many years. Because of my own stubbornness and vanity, I lost everything I acquired. And now I stand in the middle of my younger brother’s apartment corridor and realize I had nothing valuable. Only dust.”
Michael fell silent meaningfully. “Please don’t tell Andy that I’m back…” “I was already ready to install cameras in the apartment. Suspected Andrew had a mistress. Even went to a psychotherapist – treated neurosis. And now, when everything’s clear, you ask me not to tell him the truth?! No way, I’ll tell him everything. About you and Helen’s genius idea to give keys to our apartment to whoever she pleases.”
This time, Michael got angry. “I thought you were like that…” “Like what?” Ariana crossed her arms on her chest and gave her husband’s brother a strict look…
“I hope Andrew can set your mind straight,” she said. “You’ll stop playing the elusive guest and start leading a normal life. Yes, starting over is hard. But it’s better than fixating on a mistake. There’s no sense in hiding. You can’t hide from yourself.”
During the conversation of the two brothers, Ariana noticed that Michael kept looking for something on Andrew’s face. Doesn’t find it, continues the talk, then looks again. But no, Andrew won’t laugh at him, won’t say offensive words, and try to humiliate.
“If you want, stay with us,” he offered. “Ariana doesn’t mind. Once you find a job – move out.” “Seriously?”
“Absolutely,” Andrew nodded. “What did you expect? That I’d say ‘shame on you, Michael Robert’?” “I thought you’d judge me,” Michael admitted…
“Only for driving my wife crazy. I really thought she was developing a mania,” the brother replied. “Sorry,” he lowered his gaze. “You have a great wife, by the way. Wise. If not for her, I’d hide longer. But Dad will definitely say I’m a loser.”
“Well, let him say,” Andrew shrugged. “He says it to me regularly. And what, not live now?” “I thought you were a loser for a long time. Especially when you moved back home after studying in New York. I sincerely didn’t understand how one could take such a step back. Then I saw you and realized I even envied you.”
Andrew smiled. For the first time in many years, he and his brother talked sincerely. Michael didn’t brag, didn’t try to jab, didn’t interrupt, and didn’t argue. Robert took the news of his son’s return with his characteristic coldness. He let out a sarcasm, adding a couple of offensive words. Said he was disappointed and went back to the TV.
He no longer brags about his older son. More and more in talks with friends, he mentions the younger one. Andrew gradually turned from a loser into a quite worthy heir. Michael found a job, rented an apartment, and moved out from his younger brother.
Gradually, he stopped grieving over the lost “status,” as well as the fact that his father no longer considers him successful. He no longer lives someone else’s life. Now Michael is sure: everything around him is HIS. His happiness, his success, his choice.
In the world, there are more important things than status, wallet size, and others’ opinions. The main thing is to understand this before trying to sneak into your brother’s apartment to take a shower
Daniel Carter is a senior staff writer at InspireChronicle, specializing in legal conflicts, family disputes, and real-life justice stories. His work focuses on high-stakes situations involving inheritance, betrayal, and complex moral decisions. Through detailed storytelling, he explores how ordinary people navigate extraordinary challenges and the long-term consequences that follow.
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