The Champion I Raised For Revenge - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Time flew by, and with each passing day, Natalie grew stronger. Rain or shine, I took her to the pool for training, never missing a single session. Our routine didn't go unnoticed—soon, the internet caught on.
Like modern-day Sherlock Holmes, netizens pieced together the timeline of her birth and realized she'd been born while I was competing overseas. The rumors exploded overnight.
"World champion promotes surrogacy? Boycott her!"
The backlash was instant. The hashtag #SwimmingChampionWandaStevensSurrogacy shot to the top of trending searches. My comment section flooded with venomous attacks.
My fingers clenched around my phone as I scrolled through the hate, my body trembling with frustration. None of this made sense—I hadn't done anything wrong. So why was I the villain?
The truth was, I never wanted Natalie's origins exposed. To me, she was my daughter, and I only wanted to protect her. What if her classmates found out? How would they treat her?
But with the scandal spiraling, I had no choice. I came clean: Natalie wasn't mine by blood. She was my late husband's child—his and his childhood sweetheart's. They'd died years ago in an accident, leaving me to raise their daughter. To prove it, I released a DNA test showing no biological link between us.
The surrogacy accusations faded, but a new storm erupted.
"You raised your husband's mistress's kid? Wanda, are you insane? Stop being a doormat!"
"No one does that out of kindness. She's just craving attention!"
I smirked at the condescension but stayed silent. Then, I posted one final message:
[I will raise this child as my own and train her to become a champion. Time will tell the truth.]
The chaos online simmered down—for now. But my fans grew restless.
"Wanda, did you retire early just for this? It's not worth it!"
"Wake up! There's no way you'd raise a mistress's child willingly. What aren't you telling us?"
My fingers hovered over the keyboard before typing, [Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.] Then I snapped my laptop shut.
Beside me, my mother-in-law watched, her eyes sharp with suspicion.
Like modern-day Sherlock Holmes, netizens pieced together the timeline of her birth and realized she'd been born while I was competing overseas. The rumors exploded overnight.
"World champion promotes surrogacy? Boycott her!"
The backlash was instant. The hashtag #SwimmingChampionWandaStevensSurrogacy shot to the top of trending searches. My comment section flooded with venomous attacks.
My fingers clenched around my phone as I scrolled through the hate, my body trembling with frustration. None of this made sense—I hadn't done anything wrong. So why was I the villain?
The truth was, I never wanted Natalie's origins exposed. To me, she was my daughter, and I only wanted to protect her. What if her classmates found out? How would they treat her?
But with the scandal spiraling, I had no choice. I came clean: Natalie wasn't mine by blood. She was my late husband's child—his and his childhood sweetheart's. They'd died years ago in an accident, leaving me to raise their daughter. To prove it, I released a DNA test showing no biological link between us.
The surrogacy accusations faded, but a new storm erupted.
"You raised your husband's mistress's kid? Wanda, are you insane? Stop being a doormat!"
"No one does that out of kindness. She's just craving attention!"
I smirked at the condescension but stayed silent. Then, I posted one final message:
[I will raise this child as my own and train her to become a champion. Time will tell the truth.]
The chaos online simmered down—for now. But my fans grew restless.
"Wanda, did you retire early just for this? It's not worth it!"
"Wake up! There's no way you'd raise a mistress's child willingly. What aren't you telling us?"
My fingers hovered over the keyboard before typing, [Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.] Then I snapped my laptop shut.
Beside me, my mother-in-law watched, her eyes sharp with suspicion.
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