Chapter 1

At my daughter's one-month celebration, my husband expertly unhooked a female college student's bra and had her breastfeed the baby.

I was so furious I nearly blacked out.

I immediately snatched my daughter away. "You—you've both lost your minds! This is my daughter!"

But Adrian suddenly spoke up. "Actually, Ella isn't yours and mine. She's mine and Cynthia's. What's wrong with the biological mother feeding her own child?"

"The day we went to the hospital, you fell asleep. I performed the IVF procedure using her eggs."

I stood frozen in place, a chill running from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

I stared at him in disbelief, while his tone remained calm, as if he were discussing something trivial.

"Cynthia's still in school. I didn't want her to suffer through pregnancy, but I wanted to have a child with her."

"You've always wanted a baby, right? Perfect—you can raise her. But as the child's biological mother, Cynthia must stand in the center for photos."

In that instant, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning.

I stood there unsteadily, my voice trembling.

"You're joking, right? I went through nine rounds of IVF and carried this baby for ten months. How could she not be related to me by blood?"

Adrian handed the baby to his student Cynthia.

She looked like she was about to cry and wanted to apologize to me, but he stopped her.

"Cynthia and I are truly in love. Over the past three years, we've gotten countless hotel rooms and gone through countless condoms."

"You'll never get pregnant with my child, because all these years I've given you 999 birth control pills. You probably won't be able to conceive again in this lifetime."

"This child can preserve our marriage. Whether you raise her or not is up to you."

I gave a self-mocking smile and pulled out my phone to call the police.