My mother adopted me against all odds, then my biological mother reappeared, claiming credit for my success

The one who gave life… but not love

Then one morning, everything changed. A woman stood in the doorway. Well-dressed. Smiling.
“I am your biological mother.”

She said she’d been looking for me. She knew about my success. And very quickly, she got straight to the point: according to her, without her initial move, none of this would have existed. She wanted half of my company.

Something froze inside me. I let it in. On one condition: to talk about it in front of my mother.