My wife and I decided to try IVF after years of struggling to conceive. Just before the embryo was created, I caught her swapping my sperm with her ex-boyfriend’s. I didn’t say a word. I switched the sperm back and replaced her eggs with my ex-girlfriend’s. Twenty-five years later, my wife’s ex-boyfriend showed up at our door, desperately trying to claim my son: “My dear boy, I’m your real father!” My son Noah and I had just returned home from an overseas medical cooperation project when we were greeted by an unexpected sight. Our living room was packed with distant relatives we rarely ever saw. The atmosphere was tense, as if a family council was in session. At the center of it all, sitting on the couch with red-rimmed eyes, was Brandon White. My chronically absent “devoted wife,” Yvonne Rivers, was comforting him in a sickeningly sweet voice. I raised an eyebrow, set my suitcase aside, and turned to Yvonne. “What’s the special occasion? Why such a crowd?” Noah stood behind me, arms crossed, eyeing Brandon with disdain. He had already guessed this man’s identity. My mother-in-law sat in the main seat, her expression troubled and hesitant. Before Yvonne could speak, Brandon lunged towards Noah, crying out, “My dear son, I’m your real father!” Noah deftly sidestepped him, his face contorted with disgust as if Brandon were something foul. He took a step back, his voice ice-cold: “My father’s name is Zane Gray.” That’s my boy, always having my back. I took Noah’s hand, giving him a reassuring look, then swung my fist, connecting solidly with Brandon’s face. The dull thud echoed through the living room. “Don’t go around claiming false relationships,” I said, my voice frigid and my eyes sharp as knives. Yvonne jumped up, rushing to Brandon’s side with concern. She pointed at me, screaming, “Zane, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit Brandon!” She raised her hand, about to slap me. Quick as lightning, Noah stepped forward and slapped Yvonne instead. “You dare to hit my dad?” Noah’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. Yvonne froze, shocked and furious. She raised her hand again, this time to hit Noah. But Brandon grabbed her, putting on a show of fatherly concern. “Yvonne, don’t! He’s our son!” His act of the doting father made me want to vomit. Yvonne lowered her hand, glaring viciously at Noah. “If it weren’t for your real father’s sake, I’d teach you a lesson right now!” Noah let out a cold laugh. “Hah, I’d like to see you try.” His piercing gaze was eerily reminiscent of my younger self. I couldn’t help but feel proud. This was indeed the son I had carefully raised!
An elder cleared his throat, attempting to calm the chaotic scene. “Quiet, everyone!” His deep voice carried an undeniable authority. As the room gradually fell silent, all eyes turned to the elder. He looked at Yvonne. “Yvonne, why did you call everyone here? What’s going on?” Yvonne took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. She put her arm around Brandon’s shoulders, a picture of deep affection. “Actually, I have an important announcement to make today,” she paused, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Noah and me. I watched her silently, wondering what kind of show she was about to put on. “Noah… he’s not Zane’s biological son,” Yvonne said, her voice low but clear, like a bomb exploding in the living room. Noah turned to me sharply, his eyes filled with shock. I gestured for him to stay calm. The relatives around us began to whisper, like sharks excited by the scent of blood. “When we did IVF…” Yvonne hesitated, as if struggling to continue, “The doctor said Zane’s sperm quality was poor… To spare his feelings about becoming a father, I used Brandon’s instead…” This idiot was actually trying to shift the blame onto me! Yvonne’s malicious gaze fell on me, seemingly waiting for me to lose control in anger. But I remained calm and composed, forcing her to continue her performance. “I called everyone here today to witness…” she looked at Brandon with apparent deep affection, “Noah recognizing his biological father.” The relatives immediately erupted into chaos. “If Noah isn’t Zane’s son, of course he should recognize his real father!” “That’s right, Zane has been occupying the position of the Rivers family’s son-in-law for so long, it’s time for him to step down!” “Zane has been controlling the Rivers Group’s assets all these years. Now that the truth is out, it’s time for him to leave the company!” Listening to these comments, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly to myself. These greedy relatives had long been suppressed and pushed out of the company’s management by me. They could only profit from year-end dividends and were naturally dissatisfied with me. Now they were eager to watch the drama unfold, hoping to see Yvonne and me fall out so they could return to the company and get a piece of the pie. Noah, seeing the undisguised greed in the relatives’ eyes, gripped my hand tighter. I spoke up: “Noah will always be my child.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm and resolute. Brandon put on a helpless expression and choked out, “Brother Zane, how long are you going to deceive yourself?”
I wasn’t deceiving myself. Noah is indeed my child. Did Yvonne and Brandon really think they could fool me? Years ago, when Yvonne couldn’t get pregnant, we decided to try IVF. Before the embryo was created, I accidentally caught Yvonne and a nurse tampering with my sperm storage. I overheard her excitedly calling Brandon, saying she had successfully switched his sperm in. I didn’t make a scene then. Instead, I silently gave the doctor a million dollars to switch back to my spare sperm that I had provided earlier. I also “kindly” asked the doctor to replace Yvonne’s eggs with my ex-girlfriend’s. On the day of the embryo creation, Yvonne and I witnessed the birth of a “miracle” together. She was abnormally happy, probably thinking it was her and Brandon’s child. Watching her foolish expression, I was laughing inside. All these years, I’ve watched her dote on Noah like a clown, thinking he was her child with Brandon. It’s been incredibly satisfying. She tried to set me up, but ended up being deceived for over twenty years. Yvonne interrupted my reminiscing, mocking me, “Stop being stubborn, Zane. Noah may have been with you all these years, but the sperm wasn’t yours! His biological father is Brandon.” I replied calmly, with a hint of challenge: “Are you daydreaming?” “If you don’t believe it, let’s do a paternity test!” Yvonne said firmly, “And I want a divorce! You forced me to marry you, and I’ve been with you for twenty-five years. I’ve done more than enough for you!” When she mentioned divorce, a hint of joy flashed across her face. Looks like she’s been wanting this for a long time. Hah? She dares to say she’s done more than enough for me? I’ve been married into her family for twenty-five years, and I’ve slept in an empty bed for twenty-five years. When I was raising our child alone, she was off having romantic trysts with Brandon. When I was fighting in the business world to uphold the Rivers family name, she was indulging in entertainment and luxury. But she’s wrong about one thing – I didn’t become her lapdog because I loved her. Marrying her was just to gain the status of the Rivers family’s son-in-law and control the Rivers Group. Now, the Rivers Group is completely under my control. So, Yvonne has no more use value! “Divorce is fine,” I shrugged nonchalantly, “But there’s no need for a paternity test. I’m certain Noah is my child.” Noah looked at me, his eyes determined: “Dad, I believe you.” Yvonne and Brandon immediately became anxious. “Noah, don’t you trust your mother?” Yvonne pleaded. Noah ignored her, sticking close to me instead. Just then, a young man who looked like a college student burst in. He walked straight up to Noah, excitedly calling out, “Brother!” Everyone in the room was stunned. As if one extra father wasn’t enough, now a brother had appeared out of nowhere?
I looked at the young man who bore a striking resemblance to Brandon, and a suspicion began to form in my mind. This must be Yvonne and Brandon’s love child. They had kept it well hidden for over twenty years, never letting me find out. It seems this drama is even more intriguing than I had imagined. My mother-in-law, sitting at the head of the room, looked at the young man with a stern expression. “Yvonne, what’s going on here?” The atmosphere in the living room froze once again. The young man’s eyes were red, as if he was about to cry. “Brother, my name is George. I… I’ve always known about you,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. He glanced at me furtively, then quickly lowered his head, as if afraid I might scold him. “My… my dad often talked about you, saying how excellent and handsome you are…” Brandon began to sob on cue, his shoulders shaking. “Noah, my precious son, daddy has missed you so much all these years…” He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, as if he had suffered a great injustice. “George… he’s always wanted to meet you too. We often secretly went to see you…” George nodded eagerly, rushing to add: “It’s true! Brother, I even went to your school, just to… to be closer to you…” He pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and carefully handed them to Noah. “These are your photos. I… I took them secretly…” Noah took the stack of photos and flipped through them briefly. There were pictures of him in his graduation gown, smiling brightly; exhausted after basketball practice; engaged in a debate with classmates, looking animated… Noah felt his skin crawl. All these years, there had been a stalker-like figure hiding nearby, watching him and taking secret photos! Yvonne wasn’t idle either. She walked up to my mother-in-law, pointing at George, her voice heavy. “Mom, this is the Rivers family’s grandson! All the extended family members are here to witness. Please… please accept him!” Yvonne was quite clever. She knew that after my father-in-law’s passing, my mother-in-law was the one who truly held sway in the Rivers family. She had invited all the extended family members to pressure my mother-in-law into accepting this child. She was certain that if my mother-in-law agreed to let George be recognized as part of the family, I would have no say in the matter. After all, she had observed my obedience and filial piety towards my mother-in-law over the past 25 years. George, being quite sharp, immediately turned to my mother-in-law and respectfully called out, “Grandma!” My mother-in-law looked at George, then at me, her eyes complex. She didn’t immediately respond to George’s call. I knew my mother-in-law cared for me. Not wanting to put her in a difficult position, I spoke up to break the awkward silence. “Yvonne, isn’t your real goal to have this illegitimate child recognized and inherit the Rivers family business? Why drag Noah into this?”
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