My Wedding Was Ruined By A Fake DNA Result Chapter 01

My Wedding Was Ruined By A Fake DNA Result Chapter 01

On my wedding day, my brother shoved the DNA results in front of me. My fiancé called off the engagement in front of everyone.

My parents looked at me with cold, accusing eyes.

“You occupied our real daughter’s identity for over twenty years. If it weren’t for you, Serena never would have suffered so much. This is what you owe us!”

My best friend became my parents’ real daughter overnight.

To pay off the debt, I took on one exhausting job after another.Concrete caked under my fingernails. I often survived on the bare minimum.

Until a drunk customer cornered me in the club hallway and tried to humiliate me. The door to the private lounge next door opened.

I heard my brother laughing.

“It’s been five years, and my stupid sister still hasn’t realized the DNA test was fake?”

My fiancé let out a contemptuous laugh.

“With her IQ? No way she’ll figure it out. She’s not as smart as Serena. Serena always has all kinds of clever tricks.”

My dad slid a deed for an oceanfront estate across the table to Serena.

“Serena, happy birthday. This is from your father.”

“As for Faye — she’s tough. A few extra jobs won’t kill her.”

My mom nodded in agreement.

“Serena hasn’t had her fill of the rich life yet. Once she’s bored, we’ll swap the identities back.”

So it turned out that the beginning of all my suffering was nothing more than Serena’s casual remark that she “wanted to experience the life of a rich person.”

I wiped my nose and forced myself to keep going.

They didn’t know — I no longer had a day left to switch back.

—–

My face was pale.I felt something warm run down my face.

Dark stains spread across my faded white shirt.

A drunk customer was still tugging at my clothes.

“Stop pretending. You know exactly why you’re here, don’t you?”

“Take one off, and I’ll pay you enough to make it worth your while.”

I stopped fighting.

That would cover part of the treatment I desperately needed. At least it would give me some relief.

Inside the private lounge, my parents and brother were still laughing and chatting happily.

My chest tightened, drowning out everything else. I barely had time to think.

I stood there, humiliated, with nowhere left to turn. The drunk man laughed and treated me like I was beneath him.

“That’s more like it. You fought me the whole time, but you still gave in eventually!”

He was about to tear off the last piece.

His hand was inches away when the lounge door burst open.

My brother stood there — frozen. When he saw me, contempt and rage flickered in his eyes.

“Faye Rivers. You really sank this low?”

He kicked the man aside and roared:

“Get out!”

The man sobered up a little. He recognized my brother, saw the look on his face — and fled.

I lowered my head and said nothing.

The ache in my chest returned, stronger than before. I reached out and pressed it.

It was clearly their own doing that had brought me to this state. When I was first driven out of the Hale family, with my education I could have entered a major company.

But my brother put the word out to those big enterprises that they were not allowed to hire me.

“You’ve been occupying the nest and enjoying so many benefits for so many years. It’s time you experienced what it’s like to be poor.”

“If it weren’t for you, Serena wouldn’t have had to work work-study jobs outside for so many years, doing under-the-table work and selling her labor just to earn tuition. This is what you owe the Hale family!”

They set one cruel rule: every month, I had to repay the Hale family, and the debt would follow me for decades.

So I took every exhausting job I could find.

Out before dawn. Home at two in the morning.

One piece of bread split in half. Soak one half in water — it fills you up longer.

Even when I felt awful, I couldn’t afford to stop working.

Maybe I pushed too hard this time. I couldn’t push anymore.

When I didn’t respond, my brother got angrier. He tore up what I had earned.

My eyes went red.

That was my one month without pain. My one month of sleep.

“What are you doing?! Why did you tear it?!”

He smirked, cruel.

“Why? Because you owe Serena. You think you can make fast money like this? Dream on.”

My mom walked out from inside the private lounge. When she saw me, there was not the slightest heartache in her eyes. Instead she frowned slightly, as if she had seen something dirty.

“Hurry up and drive her farther away. Serena will feel uncomfortable if she sees her.”

I smiled self-mockingly and stared hard into my mother’s eyes, trying to find even a trace of worry or reluctance for me.

But there was none.

I couldn’t even catch the slightest sense of guilt. If I hadn’t heard that conversation in the private lounge five minutes earlier, I might still have believed I truly wasn’t her child.

It was as if something had been chiseled through my heart. Wind howled through the emptiness. Nothing was left.

A strange warmth returned, and I wiped my face again.

My brother blinked. Something like alarm flickered across his face.

“Faye… what’s wrong?”

My mother squinted at me. “Faye… is something wrong?”

She didn’t finish.

Julian Cross strode out of the lounge, irritated.

“Faye, are you done?! It’s Serena’s birthday. You had to make it about you?”

“How long are you going to keep up this childish act? You think ketchup is funny?”

I opened my mouth.

“No… this is really…”

My father’s voice cut through, barely controlled rage.

“That’s enough. Get her out. Serena’s crying.”

My brother’s worry vanished. His eyes turned cold.

“Nice acting, Faye.”

He called the manager. They forced me toward the exit while everyone watched.

My whole body went numb.

I thought I heard my mother’s voice, faint and uncertain.

“Aren’t we being too harsh? Maybe we should—”

“Mom! Faye’s been spoiled too long. She bullied Serena at school — don’t you remember? We need to teach her a lesson now, or she’ll only get worse.”

Someone threw my clothes at me like garbage.

My lips were already sore, and I could barely speak. I grabbed the manager’s ankle.

“Manager… my pay for the past two weeks?”

He sneered at me.

“Mr. Hale said so. No pay for you. Now get lost.”

I sat there on the ground, feeling completely abandoned.

But… today was my birthday too.

The phone rang. I answered in a daze.

“Ms. Rivers, you can’t put this off any longer. You need to make a decision soon…” I couldn’t quite make out the words that followed.

After a long while, I heard my own voice, as if coming from a very distant light, bitter and hoarse.

“Dr. Miller, I don’t know what to do anymore.”