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Meanwhile, Henry, who had spent his whole life being spoiled and treated like the Hefford family's golden child, finally snapped.He couldn't handle losing everything overnight, and he certainly couldn't accept that the privileged life he'd always believed was his had been built on a lie. Even worse, he was now publicly known as a bastard.He locked himself in his room, screaming at all hours as he tore apart the custom suits he'd once been so proud of.Over and over, he kept muttering, "I'm the real Hefford heir… Ethan's the bastard… I hate all of you… You should all die…"Eventually, a doctor was called in and diagnosed him with an acute psychiatric breakdown.By then, the Hefford family had completely fallen apart.I saw Lauren again at a cafe on campus.She looked far worse than the last time we'd met. Dark circles sat beneath her eyes, and the confidence she'd once carried so effortlessly was gone.She stood frozen for a long time, her throat bobbing as she repeatedly tr
Mom connected every dot in the package I'd sent her.Dad stood frozen as the papers scattered around his feet, the color draining from his face.Henry, who had been huddled in the corner trying to play the victim, finally pieced together what was being said.He stared at Mom in utter disbelief before turning his eyes to Dad, screaming at the top of his lungs, "That's not true, Dad! Mom has lost her mind! It's Ethan! Ethan must have forged all this trash just to ruin my life!""Shut up!"This time, Mom and Dad shouted at him in unison.Something in Mom finally snapped. She rushed over and, for the first time in Henry's life, slapped him hard across the face.The crack silenced the entire room."I'm not your mother!"Her eyes were bloodshot as she pointed at him, every word coming out as a furious scream. "You took my son's place! You're nothing but my husband's bastard, and you're just like that disgusting woman who gave birth to you!"Then, she lost it, sweeping ornaments off
The vase hit the floor with a deafening crash and shattered into pieces."This is all Ethan's fault! Everything that's happened to this family is because of him!"Henry was completely hysterical, dragging his fingernails down the wall with an ear-splitting screech. "Why don't you love me anymore, Mom? Why are you believing all the trash he's feeding you? I hate him! I want him dead!"Faced with his meltdown, Mom was strangely calm.She didn't scream, and she didn't lose her temper. She simply stared at Henry's face, twisted by jealousy and rage, until every trace of warmth disappeared from her eyes.It was no longer as though she were looking at her beloved son but at a piece of evidence.At that moment, Mom's phone, which she'd left on the living room coffee table, suddenly began to ring.Martha instinctively glanced at the caller ID.A second later, she frantically sent me a message. "Mrs. Hefford just got a call from the DNA lab!"When the notification popped up on my scr
Mom had been lied to. For 18 years, Dad had made a complete fool of her.Once that possibility took hold, Mom couldn't get it out of her mind.The next day, she told Henry they were going shopping. Instead, she drove him to the most reputable DNA testing center downtown.Mom really did have him tested.Martha secretly messaged me afterward and included a blurry photo of Mom's car parked outside the testing center.According to her, Mom hadn't said a word during the drive home. Henry cried beside her the entire way, but she never tried to comfort him. Eventually, all she uttered was, "Be quiet."I read the message and replied, "Thank you."The wait for the results must have been agonizing for Mom.Over the next few days, my phone was unusually quiet, and even the online uproar seemed to lose momentum, as though someone had hit pause on the entire scandal. Henry had probably been frightened enough by Mom's sudden change in attitude that he no longer dared to stir up more troubl
Just as Dad's carefully staged interview managed to calm the storm slightly, an anonymous post started making the rounds on the campus forums and social media platforms.The title read, "The Truth About Dreston's New Academic Golden Boy, E.H. Talk About Biting the Hand That Feeds You."Whoever wrote it claimed to know our family intimately and laid out an elaborate story about an ungrateful impostor stealing someone else's life.According to the post, I had repaid my family's kindness by resenting my sickly younger brother, deliberately setting him up again and again, then running away from home and playing the victim in the media. By painting myself as the one who had suffered, I supposedly won public sympathy while dragging my family's name through the mud.Every line was carefully engineered to paint me as a twisted, ungrateful villain.I stared at the photo attached to the post. Henry was smiling brightly beside me, looking innocent and carefree, while I stood farther back i
Lauren had ignored every one of those moments when they happened. Now, each memory came back with such clarity that unease began creeping into her chest.She looked at Henry, who was still putting on his tearful performance, and for the first time, she asked a question she'd never once thought to doubt."Henry, on the day of the SAT exams… are you sure you didn't tear up your own admission ticket?"Henry's crying stopped abruptly.…Meanwhile, my new life was interrupted by a sudden phone call from an unknown number. I answered, and Dad's cold, familiar voice echoed from the other end, "Ethan, this is your father." His tone held no warmth, only the same unquestionable authority he'd always used with me. "You have ten minutes to get down to the campus gates."I hung up and blocked the number.Ten minutes?Dad seemed to have forgotten that the Ethan who obeyed his every command had already died on an operating table in my previous life.I didn't have time for them. A national







