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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

Rosie, fuming with rage, exclaimed, "It's incredible! Those foolish online commenters actually commend you, dubbing you the most naive lovesick idiot! I think you're more repulsive than anyone!"


Kian, still boiling with fury, added, "You're quite the performer, aren't you? You have a daughter with riches comparable to entire countries, yet you reside in a rundown little home, consuming gruel and rolls daily?"


"Are you truly willing to endure such a lifestyle just to con me out of a measly two hundred dollars for pocket money?"


"How can anyone be as phony and revolting as you?!"


The trio took turns hurling insults at me.


But before I could reply, Grace's face darkened as she said icily, "You lot have some gall."


"My mother sacrificed everything for you. She devoted decades of her life to you, yet you show no gratitude. Instead, you torment and defame her?"


"Do you assume everyone is as contemptible and wicked as yourselves?!"


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