Adopted to Biological? Keep Your Golden Child Scapegoat Out novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

My hand slipped into my bag. When my fingers brushed the laminated paternity test report, they trembled.

I’d been hiding this report for five years. Every time I saw “Genetic Match: 99.999%”, I’d end up sobbing under my blanket for

hours.

I wasn’t a replacement. I was their BIOLOGICAL daughter. But they’d never once admitted the truth.

“Since you can’t say it, I will.”

I held the report out in front of Mom and Dad. The plastic cover reflected the light, making them squint.

Mom’s breathing turned ragged. Dad reached for it, then pulled his hand back.

“You told me I was adopted.” My voice was steady, but it carried ten years of hurt.

“Then why do I share 99.999% genetic similarity with you? Why does this report say you’re my biological parents?”

Sienna lunged forward and snatched the report out of my hand. Her fingers shook violently as they skimmed the text.

“It’s fake! This is fake! You had some shady lab forge this! You just want to steal everything from me!”

“Whether it’s fake or not, your parents know the truth.” I looked at Mom and Dad.

Mom’s tears dripped onto the report, smudging the ink. Dad’s face was whiter than paper. His lips trembled, but no words

came out.

“Back then, you were afraid Sienna would feel insecure, so you told me I was adopted.

I believed you. I thought if I just behaved, if I let her have everything, you’d love me again.

But what did you do?

You turned my room into her sunroom. You moved my piano into storage. You changed my college application to UT Austin. And when I had a 102-degree fever, you told me to find the medicine myself!”

The guests had started crowding around us. The murmurs grew louder.

Some pulled out their phones to record. Others pointed at Mom and Dad, whispering:

“Can you believe how biased they are? Even to their own biological daughter…”

“That poor girl. They lied to her for ten years…”

Suddenly, Mom dropped to her knees with a *thud* and grabbed onto my pant leg.

Chapter 7

“Scarlett, I was wrong! We were both wrong! We were foolish back then. We spoiled Sienna too much and hurt you in the process! Please forgive us! We’ll give you the house! The company! Whatever you want!”

I gently pried her hand off and stepped back.

Her fingers were cold, rough with calluses. But that touch-it couldn’t warm my heart anymore.

“I don’t want the house. I don’t want the company.”

My voice came out hoarse.

“I just want you to tell me why. Why did you lie to me? I’m also your daughter, why did you only love Sienna?”

Dad dropped to his knees too, tears streaming down his face.

“Scarlett, it’s all my fault. When Sienna first came back, she cried every day. She said she was afraid we wouldn’t like her. We didn’t know what else to do, so we told you that you were adopted.

We thought once she grew up, everything would be fine. We never thought… we never thought it would hurt you this much for so many years.”

“Hurt?” I laughed, even as tears rolled down my cheeks. “Do you even know what hurt means? When I was 12, I lived alone in that old house, too scared to sleep at night.”

“When I was 18, I stared at NYU’s acceptance cutoff scores, knowing I could only go to UT Austin.”

“I didn’t come home for ten years-not because I didn’t want to, but because YOU told me to ‘never come back”!”

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