Reject Being a Surrogate Incubator: The Tech Genius Returns

Three years into a freezing marriage to a billionaire heir, I thought my positive pregnancy test would finally bridge the chasm between us.

Then the secret genetic report arrived.

The embryo wasn't mine. It was a perfect biological match to my husband and my sweet, orphaned cousin.

I wasn't a mother. I was just a surrogate incubator for the woman he truly loved.

When I immediately scheduled an abortion and demanded a divorce, the nightmare only escalated.

My cousin had already brainwashed my ten-year-old son into screaming that he hated me.

My husband threatened to use his legal team to leave me penniless in the gutter.

My mother-in-law stormed in, mocking me as nothing more than a "bought broodmare."

Even my own aunt ordered me to turn a blind eye to the affair just so our family could keep leeching off his wealth.

I had sacrificed my future as a top-tier AI prodigy to save my family from bankruptcy, only to be stripped of my dignity, my child, and my humanity.

They all thought I was just a powerless, decorative wife who would quietly swallow the betrayal to keep her luxury life.

But they forgot who I was before I put on the wedding ring.

I withdrew my custody plea, opened my encrypted terminal, and prepared to bleed the billionaire dynasty dry.