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My husband, Edward Thompson, didn't really love me, but he absolutely doted on our child. I knew he couldn't forget about his first love, and he only married me because I seemed like the perfect wife for that phase of his life. Still, I loved my life. A man's love was unreliable. Money and power were what really mattered. Over the years, we'd poured everything into raising our son, Ryan, and he'd turned out amazing. As soon as he turned eighteen, Edward transferred the majority of his shares and assets to him. On our twentieth wedding anniversary, Edward dropped the bomb. He wanted a divorce. Turned out, his first love had come back, and she brought a boy with her. Just because she claimed there was a mistake back then, she thought she could swap her son for mine and take my place? She thought she could just waltz in and take my husband, my son, and everything we built together, like it was no big deal. I didn't need a man. But my son? He was mine, and so were all the family assets.