I told my son I lost my job he kicked me out. But he didn’t know I had just received $8M. So I…

Viewers rushed back into Ethan’s stream and began flooding his comment section with outrage. How could we ever support someone like you? Shame on you. You played the victim while bleeding your mother dry.

You’re the heartless one, not her. Ethan’s face turned visibly pale on camera. Why are you all believing her? he shouted.

She’s lying. If I wasn’t her real son, why did she do all that for me? She’s manipulating you. No one would go that far for a child that isn’t theirs.

Back on my stream more viewers demanded hard proof. Without hesitation, I uploaded a scanned copy of the official adoption certificate. This is the government-issued record.

Verified, public and authentic. The comment section erupted once again. That’s it.

End of discussion. She’s telling the truth. This isn’t just betrayal, it’s moral bankruptcy.

He used her love, her money, her life, and still tried to destroy her. Report him. He doesn’t deserve a platform.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, Ethan doubled down. So what if I wasn’t her real kid? She didn’t have to save me. I never asked her to.

Maybe if she hadn’t taken me in, I would’ve been adopted by a real family. She ruined my life. She never should’ve interfered with my fate.

That was the final straw. The internet exploded. You’re mad she saved you.

That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard. Let the whole world see this monster’s true face. Report him.

Now. In less than a day, public opinion turned completely. Ethan went from abandoned victim to ungrateful parasite feeding on his adoptive mother’s blood.

His streaming channel was permanently suspended by the platform that same night. My lawyer filed a formal defamation and harassment lawsuit against him, demanding financial compensation for damages. We also filed for an injunction to legally prohibit him from making any further defamatory statements or attacking me through social media platforms.

Eventually, the court ruled in our favor. Ethan was found guilty of violating cyber safety and defamation laws. He was ordered to pay damages and cover all legal fees.

His streaming privileges were revoked. His social media accounts permanently banned. Me.

I was finally completely free. There was no longer any trace of Ethan in my life, and there never would be again. Another six months passed, and I finally reclaimed the house that had once been mine.

Through a meticulous legal process, my attorney team successfully reversed the property ownership. The day everything was finalized, I stood in the living room, staring at the familiar curtains, watching sunlight spill across the hardwood floor. For the first time in years, I felt truly light, like I’d finally exhaled after holding my breath for decades.

A few days later, Susan’s daughter, Ethan’s wife, filed for divorce. She signed the papers in her lawyer’s office with complete composure, not uttering a single extra word. It was clear she’d seen him for who he really was.

A man who whined about being wronged but never took responsibility, full of resentment but completely devoid of self-awareness. And just like that, Ethan vanished from my life entirely. I didn’t ask about where he went, and I had no interest in looking back.

Years passed. Then one day, while chatting with an old friend at a cafe, she casually mentioned, I heard Ethan ran off to Canada. He’s always online bragging about how free and easy life is over there.

Out of curiosity, I searched his name online. What I found was… haunting. The video footage showed him disheveled and hunched beside a trash bin on a street corner, gnawing on a piece of moldy bread with vacant, unfocused eyes.

Sometimes he’d break into a manic smile. Other times, he’d burst into uncontrollable sobs that tore through his whole body. He’d lost his mind…