My Father Tried to Give My $320,000 Apartment to My Golden-Child Brother on My Birthday. He Thought I Would Sign Without Questioning Him—Until I Revealed the One Thing He Had Forgotten.

as I read the words over and over, trying to make sense of them.

I looked up slowly.

My father was watching me with that smug little smirk he always wore when he thought he had checkmated me. Daniel leaned back in his chair, grinning like he had already moved in.

My mother busied herself with stacking plates, avoiding my eyes entirely.

I placed the papers carefully back on the table and said as calmly as I could manage, “Interesting, because I never signed my part.”

My father’s smirk faltered.

Daniel’s grin twitched.

For a moment, silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating, before my father cleared his throat.

“It’s just a formality,” he said smoothly, as if brushing away a misunderstanding. “You don’t really need that apartment, Alex. Daniel’s starting a family soon. He needs it more than you. You’re still young. You’ll find another place. This is what