Her Baby’s Not My Husband's - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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I used to be a respected obstetrician. Now, reborn with bitter knowledge, I'd just swapped my cheating husband's embryo with a healthy donor's during Jessica's IVF procedure - poetic justice served cold.
In my first life, Jessica had come to me with crocodile tears, claiming her traditional in-laws demanded proof of fertility before marriage. Fool that I was, I'd agreed to the illegal procedure, blind to the viper I'd nurtured in my home for ten years.
After multiple failed attempts - thanks to the pathetic sperm samples she provided - her mask slipped. The grieving student transformed into a vengeful accuser overnight. She stood in our hospital lobby screaming about my "fake credentials" and "intentional malpractice," her performance worthy of an Oscar.
The real knife twist came when my husband Isaac joined her chorus in court. His testimony about my "illegal practice" sent me to prison where I eventually cracked my skull open on concrete walls - a fitting end for the town's most hated "baby killer."
Death revealed the cruel joke: those worthless sperm samples? Isaac's all along. Their affair predated her fertility charade. The entire IVF drama was an elaborate con to steal my wealth - and they succeeded spectacularly. My million-dollar villa, my life's work, even my dignity became their spoils.
Now sunlight streams through my bedroom curtains, the jasmine diffuser scent mocking me with its normalcy. My reflection in the antique mirror shows no signs of prison scars - just the naive woman I'd been before everything burned.
The doorbell rings. There stands Jessica, all doe-eyed innocence, fingers clutching that same worn bag strap. "Mrs. Johnson," she simpers, "you're such a skilled doctor. Helping me with IVF would be nothing for you, right?"
I dig my nails into my palm but smile sweetly. Oh Jessica, you have no idea who you're dealing with this time. The game's afoot - but the rules have changed.
[When My Husband and Our Student Did IVF... I Switched the Embryo]
Flashback to my original nightmare: media vultures screeching headlines like "Infertile Doctor Destroys Dreams!" Online mobs howling for my blood. Isaac's courtroom betrayal - "She's a barren monster!" - still echoes in my bones.
But now? Now I know all their moves before they make them. This second life won't end with me broken in a cell. This time, the trap snaps shut on them.
In my first life, Jessica had come to me with crocodile tears, claiming her traditional in-laws demanded proof of fertility before marriage. Fool that I was, I'd agreed to the illegal procedure, blind to the viper I'd nurtured in my home for ten years.
After multiple failed attempts - thanks to the pathetic sperm samples she provided - her mask slipped. The grieving student transformed into a vengeful accuser overnight. She stood in our hospital lobby screaming about my "fake credentials" and "intentional malpractice," her performance worthy of an Oscar.
The real knife twist came when my husband Isaac joined her chorus in court. His testimony about my "illegal practice" sent me to prison where I eventually cracked my skull open on concrete walls - a fitting end for the town's most hated "baby killer."
Death revealed the cruel joke: those worthless sperm samples? Isaac's all along. Their affair predated her fertility charade. The entire IVF drama was an elaborate con to steal my wealth - and they succeeded spectacularly. My million-dollar villa, my life's work, even my dignity became their spoils.
Now sunlight streams through my bedroom curtains, the jasmine diffuser scent mocking me with its normalcy. My reflection in the antique mirror shows no signs of prison scars - just the naive woman I'd been before everything burned.
The doorbell rings. There stands Jessica, all doe-eyed innocence, fingers clutching that same worn bag strap. "Mrs. Johnson," she simpers, "you're such a skilled doctor. Helping me with IVF would be nothing for you, right?"
I dig my nails into my palm but smile sweetly. Oh Jessica, you have no idea who you're dealing with this time. The game's afoot - but the rules have changed.
[When My Husband and Our Student Did IVF... I Switched the Embryo]
Flashback to my original nightmare: media vultures screeching headlines like "Infertile Doctor Destroys Dreams!" Online mobs howling for my blood. Isaac's courtroom betrayal - "She's a barren monster!" - still echoes in my bones.
But now? Now I know all their moves before they make them. This second life won't end with me broken in a cell. This time, the trap snaps shut on them.
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