The Forgotten Son's Revenge My Mother Chose Him Over Me

The year I applied to Tengan Corporation, a Fortune 500 giant, a new hurdle appeared out of nowhere: an English proficiency score of 700.

I scored 699. That single point cost me everything.

One year later, my adopted brother, Nathan Whitmore, breezed through the same doors.

At the celebration banquet I hosted for him, the atmosphere was thick with forced cheer. Zoey Finch, one of Mom's colleagues, swayed slightly, wine glass dangling from her fingers. She clapped a hand on Mom's shoulder.