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."

After My Husband Replaced My Fertilized Egg

My son's legal name was changed from Kian Walton to Kian Greenwood.


The company's performance deteriorated under their leadership, with its stock price taking a nosedive. However, they remained unperturbed. Their self-assurance was rooted in Kian's new romantic interest, Grace Montgomery—an emerging force in the corporate sphere.


She was a dynamo, renowned for her keen intellect and resolute decision-making. Akin to a meteor, she blazed through the business world, swiftly cementing her status as a legend. She didn't merely climb the corporate ladder—she revolutionized the entire game, becoming the talk of the industry.


This new connection fueled their hubris. It came as no shock when they approached me with their taunts once more.


Rosie cast a haughty look my way, her words laced with mockery. "Naturally. Just look at who his mother is! I've always instilled in Kian the importance of discerning taste. Run-of-the-mill women? They're not even worth considering."


"Luckily, my son is talented, like me!" she gloated, clinging to Stephen's arm with one hand and Kian's with the other, exuding an air of superiority. "Our family's prosperity is just beginning!"


"Hahaha!" Their boisterous laughter reverberated through the room, unrestrained and jubilant, as if already reveling in a future of boundless riches and status.


As their mirth echoed around me, I silently finished my last morsel, a subtle smile playing on my lips.


"Indeed," I mused. Your era of good fortune has only just commenced.


Before long, the day of Kian and Grace's nuptials arrived. The event was held at the city's most luxurious hotel, a hive of excitement and activity.


Within, business magnates rubbed shoulders, their invitations granting them access to the grand celebration. Outside, curious onlookers gathered, hoping to catch a glimpse of the spectacle.


Even social media personalities had purchased pricey invitations, eager to broadcast the wedding live and capitalize on the attention.


As cameras captured the opulent decor and throngs of high-profile attendees, the livestream comments section buzzed with activity.


"This wedding is beyond belief! I can't even imagine something so lavish!"


"Word is, Greenwood Corp spared no expense on this wedding to dazzle Grace Montgomery!"


"Can you fault them? She's the most talked-about name in business circles right now—a true self-made success story!"


"Absolutely! She's gorgeous, competent, and brilliant. I just can't fathom why she'd tie the knot with Kian."


"It's common knowledge that Kian is nothing more than a spineless hanger-on."


"Perhaps he's just incredibly fortunate—first a wealthy mother, now a rich, influential wife."


"Ugh, some people seem to have all the luck. It's maddening!"


The wedding swiftly became the top trending topic online, with viewers joining in droves.


As the world marveled at the event's extravagance and the assembly of business elites, I quietly appeared on the livestream feed.


The moment I came into view, the chat erupted.


"Isn't that Daphne? Didn't she sever ties with the Greenwood family? What's she doing here?"


"Could it be that relinquishing the heirloom wasn't enough? Don't tell me she's here to bestow another 'blessing' like before!"


"No way. Is she about to stage another shocking spectacle?"


"Unbelievable! How can someone be such a pushover?"


Inside the venue, numerous guests noticed my presence and exchanged perplexed glances.


Meanwhile, Stephen and Rosie, who had been cordially welcoming guests with champagne in hand, froze upon seeing me. Their friendly expressions morphed into something resembling forced smiles.


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