(POV: Ahn Min-jae – The Truth That Changes Everything)
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A Father's Lie
I stared at the birth certificate, my hands trembling. The paper felt heavy—like it carried the weight of my entire past.
My mind raced.
If Ahn Sang-hoon wasn't my biological father… then who was?
I flipped through the documents in the safe, searching for more answers. There was another file with my name on it. My fingers tightened as I opened it.
"Min-jae is not your son."
That was the first sentence written in a medical report.
It was a DNA test. A confirmation that Ahn Sang-hoon and I were not related by blood.
My stomach twisted.
He had known all along.
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The Man Who Raised Me
I grabbed the files and left as fast as I could. My mind was a storm of emotions as I drove home. Soo-min was waiting for me, and the moment she saw my face, she frowned.
"What happened?" she asked, concern in her eyes.
I dropped the papers on the table. "I found out the truth."
She hesitated before picking up the birth certificate. Her eyes widened as she read it.
"Min-jae… this means…"
"Ahn Sang-hoon isn't my father," I said, my voice hollow.
Soo-min covered her mouth, looking at me with shock.
"Then who is?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. But I'm going to find out."
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Confrontation
The next morning, I stormed into my father's mansion. He was sitting in his study, drinking his usual morning coffee, completely unfazed as I slammed the papers onto his desk.
"You lied to me my whole life," I said coldly.
He barely looked at the documents. "Ah. So, you finally found out."
That calmness in his voice sent rage through my veins.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded.
He sighed, setting his cup down. "Because it didn't matter. You were my son the moment I raised you."
I let out a bitter laugh. "No. You raised me to be your pawn. If I wasn't your son, then why did you keep me?"
His expression darkened. "Because your real father was my greatest enemy. And taking you in was the perfect way to destroy him."
His words sent a shiver down my spine.
"Who was he?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
My father leaned back, smiling slightly. "You really want to know?"
He stood up, walked to his bookshelf, and pulled out an old photograph.
He handed it to me.
I looked at it—and felt my world shatter all over again.
It was a picture of a man I had never met before.
But beside him—
Was my mother.
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