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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

I gently turned down all assistance and suggestions before making my way back to my residence.


Upon entering, I was greeted by the sight of Rosie moving her possessions into the house. Meanwhile, Stephen and Kian were carelessly discarding my belongings as if they were garbage.


Stephen caught sight of me and lifted his head haughtily, his eyes filled with contempt.


"Daphne, Kian now owns this property, and our marriage is over. Gather your stuff and leave! Stop meddling in our family matters."


His once kind demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by undisguised hatred, as if he had been tolerating me for far too long.


Kian stood next to him, equally disdainful. "Ending up like this—you're truly a disappointment."


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


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


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