I always felt like an outsider in my family. My mother adored my sisters but treated me like a burden. Why? Because I looked too much like the man she wished to forget. When I finally discovered the truth about my real father, everything changed—but not in the way she expected.

Growing up, I was always the one left out. My sisters got all the love, while I was stuck with chores and no affection. My father tried to protect me, but even he couldn’t stop the constant fights between my parents.At fourteen, I bought a DNA test. The results shattered everything—my father wasn’t my biological dad. My mother had cheated.My father left, filing for divorce and cutting ties with my mother and me. She blamed me for everything. I finally escaped, got my own place, and started a new life. But my mother and sisters never stopped demanding money, and I began to see through their manipulation.

I confronted my mother about my real father and tracked him down. Rick, my biological father, had tried to reach out, but my mother had lied to both of us. He welcomed me with open arms, and for the first time, I felt loved.He even gave me a house. But when I ran into Kira, my sister’s jealousy was clear. Days later, I came home to find my mother and Kira had moved into my house without asking.

I stood my ground, called the police, and made sure they knew I wasn’t a doormat anymore. I changed the locks, blocked their numbers, and never looked back. For the first time, I felt free—free from the lies, free to live for myself.