December 19, 2024
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I met my birth mom at 21 — at my lowest. I moved in with her and her husband, a rich lawyer. She planned to include me in her will, but they insisted on a DNA test. It was negative. I became homeless. 2 years later, she died under mysterious circumstances.

Then one day, her husband, unable to keep the secret anymore, flipped out and revealed that he had pulled some strings to alter the test results, and I was, in fact, her daughter. He confessed that he had a daughter with her and didn’t want the inheritance to be split between us.

Later, his wife—my mother—experienced a severe psychotic episode. They moved to another country to get away from friends and the situation, but she ultimately passed away. After her death, he was consumed with guilt and fell into a deep depression. Now, he wanted to clear his conscience and ask for my forgiveness.

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