After My Wife Died, I Threw Out Her Son Because He Wasnโt My Blood โ 10 Years Later, a Truth Was Revealed That Shattered Me.โ
I threw his old, worn-out backpack on the floor and stared coldly into the eyes of the 12-year-old boy.
โโGet out. Youโre not my son. My wife is gone โI have no reason to keep you here. Go wherever you want.โ
He didnโt cry.
He didnโt beg.
He just lowered his head, picked up his torn bag, and walked out the doorโฆ without saying a single word.
Ten years later, when the truth came to lightโฆ all I wished was to turn back time.
My wife had died suddenly of a stroke, leaving me alone with a 12-year-old boy.
But he wasnโt my son.
He was the result of a past relationship she had never told me about โa love story she carried silently, a pregnancy she faced without support.
When I married her at 26, I admired her. She was a strong woman raising a child alone.
I told myself: โI accept her, and I accept her son too.โ
But love without sincerityโฆ doesnโt last.
I took care of the boy, yes โbut not out of genuine affection. It was out of duty. Nothing more.
When she died, everything fell apart.
There was nothing left to hold me back.
No reason to keep him in my life.
He was a quiet child. Respectful. But always distant.
He knew โdeep downโ that I had never loved him.
A month after the funeral, I looked him in the eyes and said:
โโLeave. I donโt care if you survive or not.โ
I thought he would cry.
I thought he would beg.
But he didnโt.
He left without saying a single word.
And me โI felt nothing. No guilt. No pity. Nothing.
I sold the old house. I moved somewhere else.
My life improved. My business flourished. I met someone new.
No kids. No responsibilities. Peace. Comfort.
In the first few years, I sometimes thought about the boy โnot out of concern, but simple curiosity.
Where had he ended up? Was he still alive?
Over time, even that curiosity faded.
A 12-year-old orphan, with no family, no oneโฆ where could he have gone?
I didnโt know.
I didnโt care.
In factโฆ I remember thinking:
โIf he died, maybe it was for the best. At least he left no burden behind.โ
Until one day โexactly ten years laterโฆ
My phone rang. An unknown number.
โโHello, sir? Would you be available to attend an art gallery opening this Saturday? There is someone who has been waiting a very long time to see you.โ
I was about to hang up โI didnโt know any artist.
But before I could, the voice on the other end said something that froze my entire world:
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