Ten Years Raising Someone Else's Son
I spent ten years raising my stepson.
Even though he never once called me 'Dad,' I never let him go without. Food, clothes, tuition, living expenses, I paid for everything.
But on New Year's Eve, during the family reunion dinner, he suddenly spoke up in front of everyone.
"Old man, I've got my eye on that apartment in the old district that's about to be demolished. Transfer it to me. I'll use it as my wedding house."
I frowned.
"That apartment is meant for your mother's retirement and your sister's education. Pick another development instead. I'll help cover the down payment."
He slammed the table.
"A down payment? That's nothing.
"You want me to carry a mortgage at my age?"
Then he looked me dead in the eye.
"If you refuse to transfer the property, believe me, I'll make my mom divorce you."
Instinctively, I turned to look at my wife beside me.
But she only lowered her head in silence.