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

Rosie placed her wine glass on a nearby table and marched towards me, her tone harsh and critical. "Daphne, my son Kian is getting married today, and everyone here is either rich or important. How did someone as poor as you manage to get in?"


Stephen trailed behind, his face contorted with anger, shouting, "That's right! You're not supposed to be here. Leave now!"


Facing their unfriendly reception, I answered coolly, "I came with a proper invitation."


The pair exchanged a look, uncertainty flickering across their features.


Just then, Kian approached, looking immaculate in his custom-made suit but glaring at me with contempt. "Daphne, have you lost your mind? Don't you understand how crucial this wedding is to me? I personally checked every single invite, and your name wasn't on any list! How can you claim to have an invitation? Have you no decency?"


Rosie let out a derisive laugh, her words dripping with scorn. "For a moment there, I almost believed she had actually been invited! It seems some people have no shame about lying in front of others."


Stephen eyed me from head to toe, his gaze filled with revulsion. "She probably snuck in because she's hungry and wants to steal some food. Just look at her—it's clear she hasn't eaten anything but plain rice for days."


Disregarding their taunts, I calmly retrieved the invitation from my purse and held it up, stating, "I'm here as a family member of the bride."


Kian's face immediately darkened. He grabbed the card from my hand and examined it closely.


Upon seeing the name on the invitation—Grace's personal invite—his eyes grew wide with shock.


Rosie, sensing something was off, leaned in closer. "What's the matter, son? Is the invitation genuine? Did this awful woman forge it?"


Kian's voice quivered as he shook his head. "It's authentic."


A ripple of whispers spread through the guests. Kian turned back to me, his voice demanding and filled with suspicion. "Explain—how did you obtain this invitation?"


Stephen, attempting to make sense of the situation, spoke quietly, "Kian, after all, Daphne did raise you for many years. Perhaps Grace sent her the invitation out of politeness?"


But Kian immediately rejected the idea. "That's not possible! Grace left all the invitations to me. She only printed one special invitation herself, and she said it was for the most significant person in her life."


As soon as he said this, Rosie and Stephen's expressions changed. Even the nearby wedding guests began murmuring amongst themselves.


"I heard Grace is an orphan. She doesn't have any relatives attending the wedding today."


"Then how did Daphne get her hands on that invitation?"


"Yeah, wasn't the special invitation meant for the most important person to Grace? Could it really be Daphne?"


"This wedding just became a lot more intriguing."


Now, everyone's attention was focused on me, their eyes filled with inquisitiveness and conjecture. The online livestream chat exploded with questions, demanding answers.


Stephen, his brow furrowed deeply, asked the question on everyone's mind, "Daphne, what's your relationship to Grace? Why did she give you the only special invitation?"


The atmosphere grew tense with expectation as everyone waited for my response.


But before I could speak, Rosie exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and accusing, "I've got it—she must have stolen it! That invitation has to be stolen!"


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