The moment my college entrance exam results came out, my furious younger sister hurled a vase at my head.

My stepfather gave me a cold, piercing stare and asked if I had cheated.

And my biological mother, with a face full of disappointment, scolded me for pretending in front of her all this time.

I pressed my bloodied forehead, but deep down, I felt a strange sense of relief. Finally, this day had come.