Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, a stark white rectangle against the dark background. It was the AncestryDNA results. Curiosity had led her to spit into a vial, but now, a coldness spread through her. The results weren’t the expected tapestry of her parents’ backgrounds. They weren't even remotely familiar. She scrolled, her fingertip tracing the unfamiliar names and percentages. A name she didn't recognise jumped out, a match at a high percentage. She dug deeper, finding an address, a town, a life she’d never known. This revelation was a burning coal in her gut, a knot of fury tightening with each new piece of information.

She meticulously researched the man who was now revealed as her biological father. He owned a struggling landscaping business, lived in a rundown house, and had a wife and three children. Amelia, by contrast, had a penthouse, a thriving career as a lawyer, and an expensive wardrobe. She smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes, as she opened his business website. She'd find the loopholes, she'd find the weaknesses, and she'd make him suffer.

The first step was an anonymous complaint to the city, alleging illegal waste disposal.