She Lost His Baby, So He Took Mine

Synopsis

Edward Grant's mistress had a miscarriage, and the doctor said she'd never be able to have children again. Everyone blamed me, his wife, for causing her emotional breakdown. They said I stressed her out and made her lose the baby. They said it was all my fault. But the truth was she'd been reckless during her pregnancy and lost the child because of her own actions. Edward knew the truth, but he never defended me. Instead, he demanded I hand over my newborn baby to raise as hers. "She can't have children anymore," he told me, his voice steady and cold. "You're different. We can have more kids together. "One's not enough? We'll have two. That's not enough? We'll have more. "Don't worry, even if she raises the baby, the kid will still call you Mom." I gave him an ultimatum. I'd give him the baby, but only if he agreed to divorce me. At first, Edward refused. He said he still loved me and wanted a future with us, but his mistress cried and screamed and threatened to kill herself, so eventually he caved. The day we got our divorce papers, I didn't hesitate. I walked up to Edward and handed him the baby without a word. He'd expected tears, maybe some sign of regret or heartbreak, but all he got was my cold, steady gaze as I placed the child in his arms. He froze for a moment, then forced a weak smile. "Olivia, do you really feel nothing at all?" Feel nothing? Why would I? The baby wasn't even mine. My mom had found him abandoned at the grocery store. She'd heard he was thrown away because he had XYY syndrome. But somehow, everyone assumed I'd secretly given birth to win Edward back. What a beautiful, twisted misunderstanding. I whispered, "Kid, you're with them now. Your real fun is just getting started."