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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

"How dare a wretched, disgraced woman like you claim to know Grace?" Rosie fumed.


Hearing this, Kian gave a nod, eyeing me with disdain. "Truly, just look at your state—destitute and miserable. You're not even fit to polish Grace's shoes!"


"Where's the security?" He glanced around and called out, "Remove this deranged woman immediately! Don't let her spoil my wedding to Grace!"


With that order, hotel guards quickly encircled me. Just as they were about to lead me away, a crisp, frosty female voice resonated. "I challenge you to touch my mother!"


All eyes turned to the source of the voice.


There stood Grace in the center of the hall, adorned in a bespoke wedding gown, her beauty otherworldly. Her face resembled a delicate blossom, her eyebrows perfectly arched, her aura radiating unparalleled sophistication. She appeared as if descending from the skies, captivating everyone with her elegance.


Yet it wasn't her beauty that astonished the crowd—it was her declaration.


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