My husband, Brandon, had a low sperm count, so we decided to go through IVF. Before the embryos were fused, I caught him switching my eggs with those of his first love, Georgina. I didn't say a word. I just switched them back. And while I was at it, I had the doctor swap Brandon's sperm with my ex-boyfriend Cooper's. Twenty-five years later, Georgina showed up at my house, grabbing my daughter and crying her eyes out. "I'm your real mother!" she sobbed. My daughter, Priscilla, and I had just returned from an international medical business trip. The moment we stepped into the house, we froze. The living room was packed. Relatives we hadn't seen in years—the kind who only crawled out of the woodwork when they wanted money—were all gathered there. Looking at them, you’d think someone had died. But the most ridiculous sight was sitting right in the middle of the sofa: Georgina, weeping dramatically. Brandon, my pathetic excuse for a husband who barely ever came home, was wrapped around her, whispering sweet nothings to comfort her. I raised an eyebrow, rolled my suitcase to the side, and looked at Brandon. "What’s the occasion today? Why is everyone here?" Priscilla stood behind me, crossing her arms. Her face was cold, and she stared at Georgina with pure disgust. She already had a pretty good idea of who this woman was. My mother-in-law, Betty, sat in the main armchair. Her expression was tense, and she looked like she wanted to say something but held back. Before Brandon could even open his mouth, Georgina threw herself off the couch, lunging toward Priscilla with tears streaming down her face. "I’m your real mother!" she cried. Priscilla dodged her easily, her brows furrowing in utter disgust as if Georgina were a piece of trash. She took a step back and said coldly, "My mother's name is Angel." Priscilla truly was my pride and joy. I squeezed Priscilla's hand, giving her a reassuring look. Then, I raised my hand and slapped Georgina right across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the silent living room. "Watch your mouth," I said, my voice ice-cold. Brandon leapt to his feet, pulling Georgina up defensively. He pointed a shaking finger at me and roared, "Angel, are you insane? How dare you hit Georgina!" He raised his hand, threatening to strike me. Priscilla was faster. She stepped in front of me and slapped Brandon across the face before he could even register it. "Don't you dare touch my mother," Priscilla said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying authority. Brandon froze, stunned and furious. He raised his hand to hit Priscilla. But Georgina grabbed his arm, crying fake tears. "Brandon, don't! That’s our daughter!" Her act of "maternal love" made me want to throw up. Brandon lowered his hand, glaring at Priscilla. "If it weren't for your real mother’s sake, I would teach you a lesson today!" Priscilla let out a cold laugh. "Oh really? I’d love to see you try." The fierce, sharp look in her eyes was identical to how I looked in my youth. I felt a surge of pride. That's my girl. 2 One of the family elders cleared his throat, trying to bring order back to the chaotic room. "Quiet down, everyone!" his booming voice commanded. The room gradually fell silent, and everyone turned their attention to him. He looked at Brandon. "Brandon, you called this family meeting. What is this all about?" Brandon took a deep breath, trying to look brave. He put his arm around Georgina’s shoulders, putting on a show of deep devotion. "Actually, I have a major announcement to make today." He paused, his eyes sweeping over the crowd before landing on Priscilla and me. I just watched him quietly, waiting to see what kind of circus act he was going to pull. "Priscilla... she is not Angel’s biological daughter." Brandon's voice wasn't loud, but the words dropped like a bomb in the living room. Priscilla snapped her head to look at me, her eyes wide with shock. I gestured for her to stay calm. The relatives immediately began whispering. They looked like a school of piranhas smelling blood in the water. "Twenty-five years ago, when we did IVF..." Brandon paused, pretending it was hard to talk about. "The doctor said Angel's eggs were of terrible quality." "To spare her the heartbreak of not being able to be a mother, I secretly switched her eggs with Georgina’s..." What a joke. This pathetic man had committed medical fraud, and now he was trying to paint himself as a saint while throwing mud at me! Brandon shot me a malicious look, clearly expecting me to lose my mind and scream. But I remained completely calm. He had no choice but to keep playing his part. "I called you all here today to witness..." He looked deeply into Georgina’s eyes. "...Priscilla finally recognizing her birth mother." The room erupted. "If Priscilla isn't Angel’s daughter, she has to recognize her real mother!" "Exactly! Angel couldn't even get pregnant, yet she’s been holding onto the Williams family name all these years!" "She’s been controlling the Williams Group assets for decades." "Now that the truth is out, she should step down from the board immediately!" Listening to their chatter, I felt nothing but amusement. These greedy relatives had been stripped of their management power by me over the years. They could only live off their yearly dividends, which made them hate me. Now, they were thrilled to watch Brandon ruin me so they could swoop in and grab a piece of the company. Priscilla saw the naked greed in their eyes and tightened her grip on my hand. I spoke up. "I gave birth to Priscilla. She is my daughter, and she always will be." My voice was quiet, but it commanded the room. Georgina put on a helpless, tearful face. "How long are you going to keep lying to yourself, Angel?" 3. I wasn’t lying to myself. Priscilla was indeed my biological child. Did Brandon and Georgina really think they had fooled me? Twenty-five years ago, Brandon had a low sperm count, and we decided to try IVF. Before the embryos were fused, I caught him and a corrupt nurse tampering with my egg storage locker. I even overheard him excitedly calling Georgina, telling her that her eggs had been successfully swapped in. I didn't make a scene. Instead, I quietly handed the doctor a million dollars to put my actual eggs back in. And as a little "gift," I had the doctor swap Brandon's sperm with my ex-boyfriend Cooper's. On the day of the embryo fusion, Brandon and I stood together and witnessed the "miracle." He was practically glowing with joy, thinking it was his and Georgina's baby. I remember looking at his stupid, smiling face and laughing hysterically on the inside. For twenty-five years, I watched him dote on Priscilla like a clown, thinking he was raising his dream child with his mistress. It was the best entertainment of my life. Brandon snapped me out of my memories, sneering at me. "You can deny it all you want, Angel. Priscilla might have come out of your womb, but those weren't your eggs!" "Georgina is her biological mother." My tone was completely flat. "Are you dreaming?" "If you don't believe me, we can do a DNA test right now!" Brandon snapped. "And I’m divorcing you!" "I was forced to marry you. I’ve spent twenty-five years with you, and I have done more than enough for you!" When he demanded the divorce, a flash of pure joy crossed his face. He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. He did "more than enough" for me? I was married to him for twenty-five years, and I lived like a widow for twenty-five years. While I was raising our child alone, he was out spending romantic nights with Georgina. While I was working myself to the bone to keep the Williams Group alive, he was wasting family money in nightclubs. But he was wrong about one thing. I only married him to get the Williams name and take control of the family empire. And now, the Williams Group was entirely under my control. Brandon had officially outlived his usefulness. "Divorce is fine with me," I shrugged. "But a DNA test isn't necessary. I am 100% sure Priscilla is my daughter." Priscilla looked at me, her eyes steady. "I believe you, Mom." Brandon and Georgina panicked. "Priscilla, don't you believe your own father?" Priscilla ignored him, keeping close to my side. Just then, a young man who looked about college-aged burst through the front door. He marched straight up to Priscilla and called out excitedly, "Priscilla!" Everyone in the room froze. 4. Looking at the boy, who shared a striking resemblance to Georgina, I immediately knew who he was. This had to be Brandon and Georgina's secret love child. They had kept him hidden well. I hadn't noticed his existence for over two decades. This drama was getting even better than I expected. Betty, sitting at the head of the room, looked at the boy with cold authority. "Brandon, what is the meaning of this?" The atmosphere in the room turned to ice. The boy’s eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry. "Priscilla, my name is Miles. I... I've always known about you." He spoke with a slight stutter, his voice trembling. He peeked at me fearfully and then quickly looked down, as if he was terrified of me. "My mom... she always talked about you. She said you were so smart, so beautiful..." Georgina sobbed on cue, burying her face in a handkerchief. "Priscilla, I have missed you so much all these years..." She looked up with tear-filled eyes, playing the victim perfectly. "Miles... he missed you too. We used to spy on you from afar just to catch a glimpse..." Miles nodded quickly, eager to prove himself. "It’s true! Priscilla, I even transferred to your university just to... to be closer to you..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick stack of photos, handing them to Priscilla. "These are photos of you. I... I took them secretly..." Priscilla took the photos and flipped through them. There were photos of her in her graduation gown, laughing with friends. Photos of her looking exhausted after dance practice. Photos of her passionately debating in a lecture hall. Priscilla's skin crawled. The realization that a creepy stalker had been watching and photographing her for years made her feel sick to her stomach. Brandon didn't waste any time. He stepped in front of Betty, pointing at Miles. "Mom, this is a true Williams grandson!" "With all our relatives here today to witness, please... let him join the family!" Brandon thought he was being clever. He knew that since his father’s passing, Betty held the real power in the family. By inviting all the relatives, he was trying to pressure Betty into accepting the boy. He was sure that if Betty agreed to let Miles join the family, I wouldn't be able to say anything. After all, for twenty-five years, he had watched me treat Betty with absolute respect and obedience. Miles was quick. He immediately turned to Betty and said respectfully, "Grandmother!" Betty looked at Miles, then at me. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, and she didn't answer him. I knew Betty cared about me. I didn't want to make things difficult for her, so I broke the silence. "Brandon, your real goal is to bring this illegitimate son home to inherit the Williams fortune, isn't it? Why drag Priscilla into your pathetic scheme?"
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