The Champion I Raised For Revenge - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Natalie stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock. She couldn't believe what was happening.
Meanwhile, the live chat went wild—comments flooded in like a tsunami.
[NO WAY! This is next-level drama!]
[Seriously? Now that she's a champion, her "real parents" show up? Give me a break!]
[Wanda basically threw her life away raising someone else's kid! We tried warning her, but she never listened. Bet she's regretting that now!]
I smirked coldly. So these parasites finally crawled out of the woodwork to claim their prize.
My mother-in-law dramatically grabbed the mic, projecting her voice across the room like some cheap game show host: "Let's give a warm welcome to our champion's real parents!"
The moment she said it, Jacob swaggered onto the stage, dragging a reluctant woman behind him.
The chat exploded:
[HOLY CRAP! That's Cassie Clements from the Second Swimming Team! This just got juicy!]
[Wanda and Cassie are rivals! How does Cassie even show her face here?]
Recognition hit me like a freight train—that grating, unrefined voice from my secret recording? It had been Cassie all along.
Jacob strutted toward me like he owned the place, nostrils flaring with self-importance. "Wanda," he announced, like he was doing me some grand favor, "Eighteen years is enough. Time to give me back my daughter."
My hands shook with rage, nails biting into my palms. "You unbelievable piece of—" I hissed through clenched teeth.
The internet collectively lost its mind:
[This guy's a special kind of trash! Dumps his kid, lets Wanda do all the work, then swoops in for the credit?]
[Worst. Father. Ever.]
Cassie looked like she wanted to vanish, but Jacob? Pure shamelessness. He spun his web of lies with a straight face: "We parted amicably. You were desperate for a child—begged me, really. Out of the goodness of my heart, I let you raise her."
I actually barked out a laugh. Since when had this ever been some charitable arrangement?
Some gullible viewers ate it up:
[If there was an agreement, she should honor it...]
Smiling sweetly, I nodded. "You're right. She's your biological daughter—of course I'll return her."
The words barely left my mouth when the banquet hall doors burst open. A figure stumbled toward the stage—
Meanwhile, the live chat went wild—comments flooded in like a tsunami.
[NO WAY! This is next-level drama!]
[Seriously? Now that she's a champion, her "real parents" show up? Give me a break!]
[Wanda basically threw her life away raising someone else's kid! We tried warning her, but she never listened. Bet she's regretting that now!]
I smirked coldly. So these parasites finally crawled out of the woodwork to claim their prize.
My mother-in-law dramatically grabbed the mic, projecting her voice across the room like some cheap game show host: "Let's give a warm welcome to our champion's real parents!"
The moment she said it, Jacob swaggered onto the stage, dragging a reluctant woman behind him.
The chat exploded:
[HOLY CRAP! That's Cassie Clements from the Second Swimming Team! This just got juicy!]
[Wanda and Cassie are rivals! How does Cassie even show her face here?]
Recognition hit me like a freight train—that grating, unrefined voice from my secret recording? It had been Cassie all along.
Jacob strutted toward me like he owned the place, nostrils flaring with self-importance. "Wanda," he announced, like he was doing me some grand favor, "Eighteen years is enough. Time to give me back my daughter."
My hands shook with rage, nails biting into my palms. "You unbelievable piece of—" I hissed through clenched teeth.
The internet collectively lost its mind:
[This guy's a special kind of trash! Dumps his kid, lets Wanda do all the work, then swoops in for the credit?]
[Worst. Father. Ever.]
Cassie looked like she wanted to vanish, but Jacob? Pure shamelessness. He spun his web of lies with a straight face: "We parted amicably. You were desperate for a child—begged me, really. Out of the goodness of my heart, I let you raise her."
I actually barked out a laugh. Since when had this ever been some charitable arrangement?
Some gullible viewers ate it up:
[If there was an agreement, she should honor it...]
Smiling sweetly, I nodded. "You're right. She's your biological daughter—of course I'll return her."
The words barely left my mouth when the banquet hall doors burst open. A figure stumbled toward the stage—
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