A DNA test turned my world upside down. I was thrilled to explore my ancestry but wasn’t prepared for what I found—a match to a brother I never knew existed. I’ve always been an only child, spoiled and loved by my parents. The revelation felt like a mistake, but a call to the test company confirmed the results.

Confused, I confronted my dad, who admitted to an affair years ago but begged me to keep it from Mom. Something felt off. Against his wishes, I reached out to my newfound brother, Daniel. Meeting him was surreal; he looked just like me. But his story shattered me—he remembered a fire that took our parents’ lives and claimed I’d been adopted afterward.

Determined to uncover the truth, I searched my dad’s office and found documents about the fire. It revealed my adoptive parents owned the building and neglected maintenance, leading to the tragedy. They’d adopted me not out of love, but to avoid a lawsuit.

Heartbroken, I packed my things and moved in with Daniel. My world had been a lie, but finding my brother gave me a connection I never knew I needed. Even amidst betrayal, I found family.