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When I was seven months pregnant, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my spouse and the struggling student I had been helping financially.
"Stephen, do you think your wife might become so enraged she'd end her life if she discovered the baby she's carrying is actually our fertilized egg?" Rosie said with a soft laugh.
"It would be preferable if she did. Then all her wealth would become mine," Stephen responded coldly. "The real issue would be if she chose to end our marriage and force me out. That's why we must keep this under wraps. Once our child inherits her fortune, we'll deal her a devastating blow."
That evening, I acted as if I hadn't heard anything. I gave birth to the baby and nurtured him with the utmost love and care.
Twenty-four years later, after my son completed his studies abroad, I transferred all my business shares and assets into his name.
At a media event, Rosie, once a poor student, now holding onto my husband's arm and clutching a DNA test report, approached me directly and announced, "Kian is my biological child. You've been keeping him from me all this time. It's time to return him to me now."
My son also tossed a divorce agreement at me, his words harsh and unfeeling. "Quickly divorce my father so we can finally be a family of three. Since you carried and raised me, I'll provide you with a monthly stipend of two hundred dollars."
I gave a slight smirk and replied, "Very well."

Raising My Rival's Baby, A Revenge Plan 24 Years in the Making

With the audience's eyes upon me, I retrieved an intricately carved box made of sandalwood that I had prepared beforehand. I presented it to Stephen, saying sincerely, "This is a Walton family treasure. I had planned to give it to Kian as my chosen heir."


"Although he doesn't recognize me as his mother, in my heart, he'll forever be my child. I'm offering this heirloom to you as a gesture of goodwill for your family's peace and joy."


Stephen looked astonished, his expression one of incredulity. After a moment's pause, he gingerly accepted the box and lifted the lid. Inside lay an ancient, worn gold padlock.


"Is that truly the Walton family heirloom? Has Daphne gone mad? She's even wishing well to these ungrateful people?"


"She must have cracked under the strain. Who could withstand such treachery from their spouse and offspring?"


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