After Cutting Ties with the Boy I Raised

Before my brother Adam died, he entrusted me with the child he and his same-sex partner had adopted. He begged me to raise Liam until he turned eighteen.

I hated my brother, and naturally, I hated Liam too. So, even though we lived under the same roof, I never gave Liam a moment of peace. The day he turned twenty, I couldn’t wait to sever all ties with him.

Later, Liam brought down my company, forcing me to grovel before him. As he pinned me to the bed, he said, "Uncle Julian, do you know? I truly loathe you."