Husband’s childhood friend has an unusual obsession: she enjoys raising other people’s sons. When my son Asher was just a month old, crying every night, she would sleep on the floor of my bedroom, soothing him night after night. By the time Asher was three months, he always needed to be held. She was exhausted, her muscles strained, yet she never put him down. When Asher turned one and called out “Mom,” she broke down in my husband’s arms: “That’s my son, my life. It hurts to hear him call me mom. Do you know how hard this is for me?” I witnessed it all but said nothing. Because I already knew. My husband, behind my back, had used my body to carry their child. They waited for him to grow up, succeed, and then planned to claim him as their own. And planned to leave me with nothing. But when they came to claim him, I revealed a paternity test. “Nora, can you call Asher out? I brought him a toy car from abroad.” Ever since I gave birth to Asher, my husband’s childhood friend frequently visited our home. She always brought expensive gifts. For Asher’s first month, she spent a fortune on a gold necklace for him. She even bought an apartment in our neighborhood to be close to Asher and secretly meet with my husband. I pretended not to know, as usual, and called my son out. Asher was thrilled to see the new toy. But he didn’t grab it immediately. Instead, he looked at me eagerly, waiting for my nod before politely thanking her, “Thank you, godmother.” Lydia was not pleased. She joked, “Asher, who treats you better, your godmother or your mom?” Asher didn’t hesitate, “Mom is better.” Lydia’s face turned pale, and she pinched my husband’s hand hard. My husband quickly picked up Asher and said to me, “Nora, Lydia and I will take the child out to play. You should rest at home.” His other hand comfortingly wrapped around Lydia’s shoulder, as if telling her to bear with it. I didn’t stop them, just smiled and reminded them, “Be safe.” The three of them turned and left, holding Asher between them, looking like a family of three. I watched their backs, recalling four years ago. During a company health check, I fell unconscious for a day after a gastroscopy. They said it was due to an overdose of anesthesia. Soon after, I found out I was pregnant. But this child had nothing to do with me. He was my husband and Lydia’s IVF child. That’s when I overheard that Finn married me not out of love. He didn’t want Lydia to suffer the pains of childbirth, so I was to surrogate for them. Afraid Asher would suffer in my womb, Lydia bought a lot of supplements from the start of my pregnancy. I accepted them all without hesitation. I also demanded an elective C-section, the best postpartum care, and three nannies. To appease me, Finn and Lydia spent hundreds of thousands by the time Asher was a month old. After confinement, Lydia replaced the nanny, staying until Asher could crawl before reluctantly leaving. I wasn’t angry; I actually welcomed her. Who wouldn’t like someone who gives you money and watches your kid for free? And since I didn’t have to exert effort, I returned to work right after my maternity leave. Colleagues complimented my glow, saying I looked younger than before pregnancy. I remained tight-lipped, only saying my husband was considerate. That evening, Finn returned with Asher, and Lydia reluctantly said her goodbyes at the door. “Asher, godmother is leaving. If you miss me, come downstairs to play.” Being young, Asher grew fond of her over the afternoon. Holding the Haagen-Dazs ice cream Lydia bought, he sweetly kissed her cheek, “Goodnight godmother, Asher likes you best.” Lydia’s love brimmed over at his words, and my husband was all smiles. I chuckled to myself. I’m also starting to like your godmother. Though it’s more like fondness for a perfect nanny. I turned back to my room, continuing with my project proposal. Chapter Two By the time I was promoted to director, Asher had started school. Seeing me busy with work, Lydia offered to quit her job and handle Asher’s drop-offs and pick-ups. She pampered Asher daily. If he scraped his knee playing soccer, she’d make a fuss and rush him to the hospital. This went on for years. On Asher’s 12th birthday, Lydia asked him what wish he had, promising to make it come true. Asher glanced at me and said, “Godmother, I want to go to Cambridge.” My heart ached. Had I not married Finn early, I too had a chance to go to Cambridge. I had only casually mentioned it to Asher, and he remembered. Lydia was overjoyed, “My son is ambitious. Godmother will send you to the best international school. With Asher’s intelligence and diligence, you’ll surely get into Cambridge.” She then gave my husband a meaningful look, “One day, your dad’s business will be yours to inherit.” I was intrigued. Inherit his dad’s business? Finn’s company now makes less than three million annually. He squanders his eight-figure savings partying with Lydia. This money, I’ll help him plan well. The next day, I brought out the admission brochure for the best international high school in the capital. “Honey, Lydia, this is the school Asher chose. There are 10 spots annually for direct admission to Oxford and Cambridge. But since we’re not local, there’s a 5-million admission fee. Should we send Asher?” Lydia was thrilled, “Direct entry to Cambridge?! Five million is nothing, worth every penny!” She was ready to sell her apartment, “Selling my place, I can get at least three million.” Finn stopped her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder affectionately, “I know you love Asher, you’ve given so much. You don’t work, you shouldn’t pay. I’ll handle it.” He even guilt-tripped, “Son, you mustn’t be ungrateful to your godmother.” Asher nodded sensibly. I internally laughed, then displayed a worried expression, “But I heard class placement depends on asset proof. If we spend so much and get a bad class, won’t it affect his studies?” Finn assured confidently, “Asher will be in the best. I’ll prepare the materials tomorrow.” Before bed, I even saw them encouraging each other on Snapchat. Tough days now don’t matter, once Asher is successful, finding a million-dollar job won’t be hard. Once Asher graduates, they’ll reveal themselves, and the three will immigrate to the UK, counting money at home. As for me, losing my son and home, I’d have nowhere to cry. Lydia’s hatred for me nearly spilled from the screen, “Asher’s heart is with that woman! Competing with me for my son? Is she better for Asher than me?! Just wait, I’ll see how she begs me later.” I thought, just wait. Who begs whom remains to be seen. Finn acted swiftly, transferring all assets to Asher, including real estate and stocks. He even sold his company, using cash to buy properties, acquiring many buildings and shops. When he handed me the asset documents, I found an extra ten million. Not sure where he borrowed it from. The day we sent Asher to the capital for school, Lydia clung to Asher at the airport, “Asher, grow up soon. Godmother has a surprise for you.” Seeing their touching scene, I couldn’t help but anticipate. A surprise? What surprise? Could it be better than the one I prepared for you? Chapter Three Asher did well, getting into Cambridge. For years, Lydia acted more eager than me. When Asher studied abroad, she insisted on following. Asher often complained to me about Lydia’s over-attentiveness. With her care, I had more time for my career. I started a business, surpassing Finn’s previous company, with an annual turnover over a billion. During Asher’s breaks, I brought him to the company to familiarize him with operations, preparing him for future responsibilities. Finn and Lydia were pleased. Secretly mocking me for handing over my assets to their biological son. Who would have thought, a year after Asher went abroad, he had a car accident, injuring his eyes. He was left blind. The doctor said corneas wouldn’t be found soon, advising us to wait. I was frantic, booking the earliest flight, cursing Lydia inwardly. Had she not insisted on racing with Asher, he wouldn’t have faced this tragedy. But when Finn and I arrived, we found Asher at home, and Lydia’s eyes wrapped in thick bandages. I was speechless with shock. Finn was distraught, trembling, hugging her despite my presence, “You gave your corneas?! How could you be so foolish!” The surgery was at a black clinic. One misstep and both Lydia and my son could have died. I was terrified, “Are you crazy?! Asher was lucky to be fine!” But Lydia seemed genuinely crazed. Repeatedly asking who was the best for Asher, who deserved to be his mother. Asher was scared senseless by her mania. A sedative finally calmed the situation. Years later, Asher graduated, getting into Harvard for his PhD. Finn held a graduation party for him. At the peak of the ceremony, Lydia barged in. Blind, in a wheelchair pushed by Finn’s mother, she cried before Asher. “Asher, I’m your biological mother. I’ve sacrificed so much for you. You can’t not acknowledge me!” Lydia appeared to have truly lost her mind. She repeatedly demanded to know who was best for Asher and who truly deserved to be his mother. Asher was paralyzed with fear by her frenzied behavior. Ultimately, they had to administer a sedative to calm her. Years later, Asher graduated and was accepted into a PhD program at Harvard. Finn organized a special graduation party for him. At the ceremony’s most anticipated moment, Lydia barged in. She was blind, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by Finn’s Mother, weeping as she approached Asher. “Asher, I’m your biological mother. I’ve sacrificed so much for you. You can’t ignore me!” Finn quickly stood up to confirm, “Asher, it’s true. Your Aunt Lydia is your real mother.” After he spoke, the room fell into a stunned silence. “What is happening? How can a child someone carried for nine months be hers?” “Exactly, a woman sacrifices so much to have a baby, and she just claims it’s hers? How shameless.” “What’s the story here? Did Finn cheat? Poor Nora.” I looked at Lydia, who once loved wearing Louis Vuitton and sipping coffee outside the company. Now, she looked pitiful, drab, and in a wheelchair. I smiled slightly, “You can’t just say that. Everyone knows I was the one pregnant with Asher. I still have the stretch marks to prove it. How can you claim Asher is your child?” Lydia, clearly not in a stable mental state, smugly declared, “Do you remember when you were unconscious in the hospital? That’s when they transferred the embryo from me to you.” I remained calm and continued to ask, “Why did you do it? You can have children. Why make someone else have your baby?” “Childbirth is so painful, and it makes you ugly. You get unsightly stretch marks. I wanted to avoid all that. I told Finn, and he said I didn’t have to give birth. Once you had the baby and raised him, they’d push you aside, and I’d take him back. After all, I’m his real mom by blood!” When she finished, the room erupted with shock. “This is unbelievable! She’s awful, using someone else’s body to bear her child.” “No wonder she’s so good to Asher. He’s her son after all!” “Finn is despicable, using someone like that.” Lydia added, “To be honest, I was the one who made Finn marry you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have been qualified to enter the Finn family!” With that, Lydia lifted her chin arrogantly. I couldn’t help but smile. “But… I have a DNA test proving Asher is my biological son!” I’m sorry, but it looks like the text you wanted translated is missing. Could you please provide the specific Chinese text for translation? Chapter 4 I blinked, then gestured to draw attention. The Paternity Test report for Asher and me appeared on the large screen in the venue. Everyone present leaned forward, eyes wide, scrutinizing the test results.
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