A New Dad for My SonChapter 1

Before getting married, I not only didn’t ask my husband for a bride price, but I also gave him 500,000 dollars, with the agreement that our child would take my surname after birth. But after ten months of pregnancy, everything changed.

Just because his friends made a few comments about him losing face, David went back on his word. He insulted my family, calling us doomed to have no heirs and pressured me to change our child’s surname to his.

I firmly refused and declared that if the surname was changed, we would get a divorce!

Holding a grudge, David secretly swapped my life-saving medication with sleeping pills. Less than three months after my death, he brought home a pregnant woman and abandoned my son at an orphanage.

"If he doesn't take my surname, why should I raise someone else's bastard?"

Before I knew it, I opened my eyes, I was reborn, I was reborn back to the day David went back on his word.

With full confidence, he tried to persuade me, "I'm a man. The child must take my surname to be registered. We're still married and if the child takes your surname, how would I keep my dignity when others find out?"

I smiled without saying a word.

Then I turned around and handed him a paternity test…

"Sorry, but the child isn’t yours either."

——

David's face turned pale. He stared at me in utter disbelief.

"Annes, what nonsense are you talking about? I was with you for every prenatal checkup. You're my wife, we were practically inseparable every single day. If the child isn’t mine, then whose could it be?"

He let out a cold laugh. "Don’t think you can use this excuse just to make the child take your surname. Keep dreaming!"

Unbothered, I simply threw the paternity test report in his face.

"See for yourself."

I smirked and added, "To be honest, I’ve been wanting to dump you for a while. You’re just too short."

Thinking about all the disgusting things David did to my family in my past life, I was seething with rage.

Since fate had given me a second chance, I would use every ounce of my strength to take revenge. Seeing how calm I was, as if I wasn’t joking, David’s expression finally turned serious.

He picked up the paternity test and examined it over and over again. His face darkened, turning ashen. "Annes, you actually cheated on me?"

His eyes burned with fury, but I still caught the fleeting trace of satisfaction at the corner of his lips.