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

After graciously turning down all assistance and suggestions, I made my way back home in silence.


As I entered, I was greeted by the sight of Rosie moving her possessions into the house. Meanwhile, Stephen and Kian were unceremoniously throwing my belongings out as if they were garbage.


Stephen noticed my presence and lifted his head haughtily, his eyes filled with contempt.


"Daphne, this property now belongs to Kian, and our marriage is over. Take your stuff and leave! Stop meddling in our family matter."


His former facade of kindness and love had vanished entirely. What remained was pure hatred, as if he had been tolerating my presence for an eternity.


Kian stood next to him, equally arrogant. "To end up in this situation—you're truly a disappointment."


As he spoke, he pulled out two hundred dollars from his wallet and tossed it on the floor. "This is your monthly allowance. Take the money and go. Don't soil our floors on your way out!"


The respect my son once held for me had transformed into disdain.


I remained silent, calmly picked up the money and my belongings, and left.


I found refuge in a run-down, deserted flat. It was cramped, poorly lit, and barely furnished, but I made do. On my own, I lived a basic and economical life. My meals were simple: plain rice porridge with pickles or steamed buns and hot water.


By the month's end, I had some money left from the two hundred dollars. I treated myself a bit, purchasing some meat and chili to make a stir-fry. The scent filled the room, comforting and pleasant.


Just as I was about to eat, Stephen and Rosie appeared at my door, with Kian in tow.


"This hovel—how can anyone live here? There's not even a proper place to end it all. A casket would be more spacious," Rosie mocked as soon as she entered.


Stephen scrunched his nose in revulsion. "Daphne, you're able-bodied. Why not find work that provides accommodation? You were once the wealthiest woman in town, and now you're stuck in this rat hole. Isn't this beneath you?"


"Even our bathroom at home is larger than this. How can you tolerate living here?" he inquired.


I disregarded their taunts and peacefully continued eating my stir-fried meat and chilies.


Kian, spotting the dish, squinted and commented, "Oh, you're having meat? Seems like two hundred dollars a month is far too generous."


He turned to Rosie, his voice laced with sarcasm. "We should reduce her allowance. She needs to grasp how challenging it is to earn money these days."


Rosie agreed, nodding. "My son is absolutely correct."


Stephen waved his hand dismissively, visibly irritated. "Never mind. Two hundred dollars doesn't even cover my sock expenses. Consider it charity—just enough to keep her from starving. Otherwise, those online critics will start harassing us again!"


"Those fools," he grumbled, fuming. "It's not their concern, yet they keep flooding my inbox with insults as if I had desecrated their family graves."


Kian, unperturbed by the criticism, laughed confidently. "Don't fret, Dad. I'm about to wed Grace. Once I've secured her family's wealth, we won't need to worry about those noisy internet trolls. From now on, you and mom can just relax and enjoy life!"


Hearing this, Stephen's mood improved. "You're right! Grace is the real deal—a self-made success. Her influence and fortune surpass even our Greenwood Corp!"


"Son, you're amazing! Better than I ever was. Winning over such an accomplished woman is quite an achievement."


The day after I transferred all my assets to my son, they promptly renamed Stellar Sync Group to Greenwood Corp.


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