I Sold My Baby To The Billionaire Heir

Synopsis

After the SATs, the school belle dropped my prenatal test report into the class group chat. [Figures. The poor girl really is shameless. Just barely legal and already selling herself. Do you even remember who the baby's father is? Or was it some disgusting old man?] The mockery snowballed. Someone even posted a photo of me bent over in a field, one hand bracing my aching waist as I dug up sweet potatoes. Just then, the aloof, untouchable heir finally texted: [I'm the father. Got a problem with that?]