My Parents Brought Me To The Orphanage When I Was 2. Now That I'm Rich, They Demand My Money. This Happened Next!

For 25 years, my biological parents were nothing but a distant memory—people who abandoned me at an orphanage when I was just two years old. I grew up with foster parents, built my own life, and recently landed a high-paying job after years of hard work. Then, out of nowhere, they contacted me for the first time in decades. Instead of apologies or explanations, they demanded half of my earnings, claiming I 'owed' them for simply giving birth to me. I refused, disgusted by their entitlement. But I never expected them to take things even further…  

Being left at an orphanage at two could paint a life of hardship, but I got lucky. My foster parents, Mike and Elaine, embraced me as one of their own and raised me with warmth and love. They weren't wealthy, but kindness was abundant in our home. Birthdays, Easters, and Thanksgivings felt like wrapped gifts from the universe, reminding me that love sometimes chooses you. Little did I know these were the roots of the life I'd build independently.

Thoughts about those who left me were rare, especially after landing a lucrative position at one of the top firms post-graduation. My focus was on brightening horizons, not dwelling on shadows from the past. Yet, I always valued what I learned from my foster parents over the years—kindness, determination, and perseverance. In carving a niche for myself, I never imagined my biological parents would reappear and make claims on the life I'd crafted with persistence and sweat.

Life was finally stable, a feeling I’d long craved. But that was before an unexpected message flipped everything upside down. It was a mundane weekday when I discovered an email in my inbox from unknown senders named Brad and Susan. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. 'We’ve been looking for you,' it read, and my heart nearly stopped when the realization hit—my biological parents were reaching out. Surprising, sure, but it was their intentions that truly shocked me.

Instead of heartfelt apologies or long-lost reunions, their message was unexpectedly brash. Brad and Susan insisted that I owed them for my life's triumphs. 'We gave you life,' the email declared, as if that was a debt I hadn’t repaid by simply existing. I couldn't believe their audacity. Until this moment, I'd never truly worried about them. As if materializing out of thin air, they had infiltrated my life with demands and expectations.

Staring at the screen, disbelief gave way to anger. Brad and Susan demanded a staggering 50% of my earnings and assets. 'You’re doing well because of us,' they claimed, the words howling out like a cruel joke. My response was an obvious refusal—I'd worked relentlessly to be where I was. Handouts were never part of my journey. The gall it took for them to believe they were entitled to my success was beyond anything I could comprehend.