After he showed me the infertility report, I never gave up. Three years into our marriage, I finally conceived, only to be met with his disbelief and rage. He accused me of betrayal, demanded a termination, and refused to believe the child was his. I ran, determined to protect the life growing inside me, only to find another woman lying in my home, claiming my husband’s first child. In that moment, I knew I had to fight—not just for my child, but for my truth.

Chapter 1

After we got married, my husband finally showed me his azoospermia report.

But I didn't give up. It wasn't until our third year of marriage that I finally got pregnant with our first child, after a lot of effort.

I was super excited holding that pregnancy test and rushed downstairs to his company to tell him the good news.

He got angry in an instant.

"This is impossible! I can't have kids. This baby must be someone else's!"

I just stood there, completely stunned.

"No, this baby is yours."

"You cheated on me and think I'm just gonna believe you? There's no way this kid is mine!"

He even forced me to go to the hospital to get an abortion.

I broke free and ran back to the villa we hadn't used in ages.

At first, I just wanted to raise the baby on my own. Once the kid was a bit older, I'd do a DNA test to show I was telling the truth.

But when I got there, I saw a strange pregnant woman lounging in my rattan chair, gently rubbing her belly and soaking up the sun.

"I wonder what my