A DNA Test Led Me to My Brother, and He Remembers the past I Never Lived

This wasn’t just about an affair… there was more. I secretly met Daniel, and what he told me changed everything—we were real brothers, raised together until a tragic fire tore us apart. Our real parents died in that fire.

And the worst part? The people who raised me caused it. Their negligence started the fire… and they adopted me, not out of love, but to cover up their guilt.

Everything I believed to be true—was a lie.

That night, I packed my bags and left. I couldn’t stay there anymore. They had stolen me from my own brother. But now, I had found him again. And for that, I was grateful.