No Longer Your Son Novels & Stories

But I would never forget about you, so… Could you still remain as my son in our next life? This time, let's ditch your father.

“I am your son! Your blood!” “And I am your father! It does not matter to me whether you're my blood or not. The truth is that you fucked up, and you have to own up to it!” “I can't…I can't believe this. I can't believe you!” “You still have a few shares from the company. You have a little cash, invest in that. You are still my son—” “I don't think I am. First you abandon me to become a drunk after Mom's death, and now you're cutting me off from the company? From everything that I have ever known?”

He didn't. "What?" "You heard me, Zane." "Say it again." "You're not my son. You've never been my son. And I've spent twenty-eight years trying to make peace with that, and tonight, I'm done trying." I heard a sound that came out like a choke, it was Sophia crying.

She never has. Father’s glare sharpens. “Then you are no son of mine.” Something twists deep inside, an old wound splitting wide open. The boy I used to be would’ve begged, would’ve groveled for a scrap of approval. But I am not that boy anymore. I straighten, cold and final. “Good. Because I don’t want to be.”

I crouched down to meet his eyes. "You're only six. I get that. But I need you to listen, really listen. I was your dad, and yeah—I'm a grown man. But even grown-ups can be hurt. And you've hurt me, Ethan, over and over. So, I'm not giving you or your mom another chance to do it again. As of today, I'm not your father anymore. I hope you understand that. Stop crying. Stop begging. Cole and I have our own lives now. And I'm not coming back."

She is fighting for what lies ahead, for our son’s future. I pick up my mother’s letter, my hands trembling slightly as I gather the courage to finally unfold it. My son, If you are reading this, then I am no longer in this world. I know you must carry questions, perhaps even resentment toward your father. Please understand that I forgave him long ago. Over the years, I watched you grow from the shadows, and though I could never hold you, I was proud. He did well in raising you, and you have become the Alpha you were meant to be. I always dreamed of one day holding you in my arms, but that chance has slipped away from me. Do not pity me. Instead, know that I leave you with a gift greater tha

“And now you want to take me to her grave? Why now?” “Because you’re spiraling again,” he said flatly. “Drinking, picking fights, and skipping classes like you don't have a future. I’ve been keeping track of everything Nate and now that you are back in town, you are coming back to where to belong.” He spoke with an air of finality. "Whether you like it or not, you’re still my son.” I nearly dropped the phone as his audacity pierced through my chest like a shard of glass. “You killed her.” I yelled, fist punching the air.

And for the first time, I felt absolutely nothing. Just hollow disappointment. “You disgust me,” I said quietly. His face twisted. “You think you’re any better?” “Yes,” Geraldine said before I could speak. “Because at least he still has a soul.” Nolan turned to Father, desperation flickering in his eyes. “Dad, please. You can’t let them—” Father raised a hand, and for once, even Nolan went silent. “You’re no longer my son,” he said quietly. The words fell like a verdict, final and heavy.

His tongue darted out briefly to wet his lips, like they had gone dry. “Beverly, I—” “No. Don’t.” I shook my head once, cutting him off before he could say anything, and he went still immediately. “You’re still not getting it, are you?” My eyes didn’t leave his as I continued, my voice quieter now but firm. “That I’m no longer the woman you threw away. And you don’t get to use your son to pull me back in.” He didn’t respond. He just stood there, letting the words settle between us in silence.

I shouted, my voice breaking as I ran to him. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, holding him like if I let go, he might disappear again. For three years… he had been gone. And now— “Finally,” he rasped, his voice weak but clear, “boobs lover is here.” I pulled back so fast I almost stumbled. “What?” I stared at him. He smirked. Actually smirked. “Dad… don’t tell me you heard—” “Of course I did,” he said, his eyes filled with quiet amusement. “My son isn’t a boy anymore.”