After My Husband Replaced My Fertilized Egg

When I was seven months pregnant, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my spouse and the struggling student I had been helping.

"Stephen, do you think your wife might harm herself if she discovers the baby she's carrying is actually our fertilized egg?" Rosie asked with a slight laugh.

"It would be convenient if she did. Then I'd inherit everything," Stephen replied coldly. "The real issue is if she chooses to end our marriage and force me out. That's why we must keep this under wraps. Once our child inherits her wealth, we'll deliver the final blow."

That evening, I acted as if I hadn't heard anything. I gave birth to the child and raised him with the utmost dedication.

Twenty-four years later, after my son completed his studies abroad, I transferred all my business shares and assets to him.

At a media event, Rosie, no longer the poor student, stood beside my husband, clutching a DNA test report. She approached me and announced, "Kian is my biological child. You've kept him from me all this time. It's time to return him."

My son also presented me with divorce papers, his tone harsh and unfeeling. "Sign these quickly so Dad can divorce you and we can be a proper family of three. Since you birthed and raised me, I'll provide you with a monthly stipend of two hundred dollars."

I responded with a slight smirk, "Very well."