When Dad moved out of the house, I had no idea what to expect. We were a happy family with a nice house. I did well in school, we went on vacations, and I seldom saw Mom and Dad fight. We appeared normal, even boring. So when Mom told me that Dad had another family with children, I was dumbfounded. I felt so betrayed, but she didn’t stop there. It turned out that she and I were the reason Dad had another family.

The bastard wanted more children, and Mom couldn’t give him that.

“But… you have me,” I said, genuinely confused. But then… Oh, fuck…

“Remy, we adopted you when you were a baby. I thought it would solve our problem. But a year ago, I found out the truth.”