NO MORE FORGIVENESS! “YOU’RE NOT MY SON!” — ERIC FORRESTER DISOWNS RIDGE AND THROWS HIM OUT OF FORRESTER CREATIONS!  The walls of Forrester Creations had witnessed decades of triumph, betrayal, passion, and power, but nothing could have prepared the fashion empire for the seismic explosion that tore through its heart on a day that would be remembered as the most brutal reckoning in its history, because Eric Forrester, the patriarch who once preached legacy, unity, and unconditional love, finally reached a breaking point so absolute that forgiveness itself was declared dead, and in a confrontation that left even the most battle-hardened executives frozen in shock, Eric stood at the head of the boardroom table with eyes blazing not with sadness but with a terrifying clarity, his voice steady, final, and merciless as he uttered the words no son should ever hear, “You’re not my son,” a sentence that sliced through Ridge Forrester like a blade sharpened by decades of disappointment, unresolved resentment, and accumulated betrayal; Ridge, who had built his identity on being Eric’s heir, his creative equal, his successor in both name and spirit, staggered as if the ground itself had shifted beneath him, because this wasn’t another argument, another temporary exile, or another dramatic threat that would eventually soften, this was a public execution of legacy, delivered in front of executives, designers, family members, and rivals who could barely comprehend that the unthinkable was actually happening; Eric’s fury was not sudden but forged over years of watching Ridge make choices that fractured the family, poisoned loyalties, and repeatedly placed ego above responsibility, and when Eric accused Ridge of destroying the very soul of Forrester Creations, of turning a family dream into a personal battleground, his voice carried the weight of a man who had finally chosen principle over blood, declaring that DNA alone did not make a son, loyalty did, and Ridge had failed that test one time too many; gasps echoed through the room as Eric stripped Ridge of his title, his authority, and his access, ordering security to escort him out, and the humiliation was absolute as Ridge, stunned and pale, attempted to speak, only to realize that for the first time in his life, Eric was no longer listening, because the door to forgiveness had been slammed shut with irreversible force; Brooke Logan watched in horror, torn between love and disbelief, knowing that this moment would shatter more than a career, it would fracture identities, marriages, and alliances, while Steffy Forrester stood rigid, her shock masked by a fierce, calculating silence as she understood instantly that her father’s fall would thrust her into a war she never asked for but might be forced to lead, and Thomas, torn between loyalty to his father and devotion to the company, felt the crushing realization that the Forrester name itself was now a battlefield; as Ridge was escorted through the halls he once ruled, every step echoed with the ghosts of sketches drawn, deals made, and dreams claimed as his own, and the humiliation burned deeper than anger because this was exile, not just from a company but from a legacy he believed was his birthright, yet Eric, alone in the boardroom after the chaos subsided, did not waver, his hands trembling not with regret but with the devastating certainty that sometimes love must be severed to save what remains, because in his eyes, Forrester Creations could no longer survive under the shadow of Ridge’s ambition; word of the disownment spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through the fashion world and igniting ruthless speculation about who would rise, who would fall, and whether the company could survive such a violent internal rupture, as rivals sensed blood in the water and allies scrambled to realign themselves before the dust settled; but beyond the headlines and power shifts lay a deeper tragedy, a father and son now standing on opposite sides of an uncrossable line, their shared history reduced to ashes in a single, unforgiving declaration, and as Ridge stepped out into the sunlight, stripped of everything he thought defined him, one truth became terrifyingly clear that this was not a temporary scandal or a dramatic pause before reconciliation, this was a point of no return, a declaration of war against the past itself, and whether Ridge would crumble under the weight of rejection or rise fueled by vengeance remained unknown, but what was certain was that Forrester Creations, the family, and everyone bound to the Forrester name would never be the same again, because when a father disowns his son not in private but in public, the damage does not fade, it transforms, setting the stage for a future ruled not by forgiveness, but by consequence.