Adopted to Biological? Keep Your Golden Child Scapegoat Out novel Chapter 36

Chapter 7

His eyes widened. He raised his voice.

“What are you talking about? My brother’s right here!”

I walked past him. Straight to the TV stand. Pulled out the paternity test.

Then I tossed it at my brother-in-law:

“Here. Take a good look. See whose daughter she really is.”

My brother-in-law caught it. His face went white. He crumpled the paper in his fist.

David stumbled backward. Pale:

“Bro, let me explain. It was just once with her…”

“You piece of shit!”

His fist connected David’s face, hard.

“You’re my brother. And you slept with my wife?!”

I was secretly thrilled.

Hoping he’d land a few more punches. Give me some satisfaction too.

After all, Sienna was ten years old. Who knows how long they’d been at it.

David’s face swelled up. His leg gave out. He couldn’t even run.

The living room turned into a battlefield.

Monica stood there with a kitchen knife. Wailing:

“What is this?! How can two brothers fight over a woman?!”

Sienna tried to pull them apart. She grabbed her father’s leg:

“Daddy, stop! I still wanna live here!”

That made him angrier. He kicked her away.

“You little bastard! My son’s dead, and you’re living it up here like nothing happened!”

When I’d had enough, I called the cops. Had them thrown out.

Then I listed the house for sale. I wasn’t taking any chances.

I also hired a lawyer to handle the divorce.

In two years, max, I’d be done with this disgusting family for good.

But some people are like gum stuck to your shoe-gross and impossible to shake off.

After I moved back to my parents’, David showed up at the door.

His face was still bandaged. His leg was in a cast.

When he saw me, he cried.

“Honey. Tessa. I… I messed up. I finally get it now. You’re the only one who ever really loved me.”

I stopped mid-close. I actually wanted to hear this.

Turns out, after his brother got arrested, Monica kept pressuring David to write a letter asking for leniency.

She didn’t care about his injuries at all. She only cared about her eldest son.

Even though he was a useless, shameless deadbeat.

David had spent his whole life competing with his brother.

He stole his woman. He tried to steal his kids.

But in the end, he still couldn’t win his mother’s love.

Everywhere they went, people whispered and pointed.

Sienna, the little princess, was neglected now.

The school board made her go back to class. But no one talked to her.

Someone even wrote “Murderer-hope your whole family dies” on her desk.

She ran home crying. Looking for comfort.

David shoved her away coldly. He even said it was her fault the family was ruined.

David’s brother called her a shameless bastard.

Even Monica cursed her: “Blame your mother. If she hadn’t put ideas in your head, would we be here?”

“And you-brainless little fool. She tells you to kill, you kill. If she told you to set a fire, would you do that too? Idiot!”

Sienna thought about it all night.

And then she decided to get revenge.

She turned on the gas. Closed all the windows and doors. Quietly lit a match.

She really did set a fire-just like Monica said.

But she didn’t realize gas would explode.

So the second she flicked that lighter, the entire house went up.

Boom!

The whole family-including her-was blown apart.

And me? I was at my parents’ place. Safe. Happy.

Cody was in my arms, giggling as we hung ornaments on the Christmas tree.