I Raised the Heir He Tried to Steal

At the dinner celebrating my son inheriting my family's company,

my husband suddenly said he was sorry.

"The truth is, the child you raised is the posthumous son of your sister-in-law and my elder brother. The one who ended up brain-damaged, because his fever wasn't treated in time, is our real son!"

"I didn't want my brother's child to grow up without a father's love, and since the two of you gave birth on the same day, I had no choice."

When the sweet-faced widow heard this, she immediately apologized to me.

She dabbed at fake tears, putting on a show, insisting she'd known nothing.