For thirty years, I believed I was adopted and unwanted. But the truth came crashing down when I visited the orphanage that was supposed to be my first home.
It all started when I was three. My dad told me I had been adopted after my real parents couldn’t care for me. I didn’t fully understand, but I felt safe. Then, after my mom died in a car accident, my dad’s bitterness grew. Any flaw I had was blamed on my “real parents.”
Years passed, and I stopped asking questions. But when I met Matt, he urged me to look into my past. I drove with him to the orphanage, hoping for answers. But when the staff searched the records, they found nothing.
Confused and angry, I confronted my dad. He finally confessed: “You’re not adopted. You’re your mother’s child… but not mine. She had an affair, and I lied to you for years to cope with my anger.”
The betrayal shattered me. He had lied about everything—our entire history. With my heart broken, I walked away for good, knowing I had to leave the past behind.