Betrayal Leads to Freedom

My fiancé wanted a child with his "perfect match." During the IVF procedure, he swapped my egg samples with hers. Then he posted on Facebook, boasting, "Even if I can't marry you, I'll make sure there are no regrets."

When I confronted him, he acted as if he was perfectly justified: "Johanna's dad is a top medical expert. What's wrong with considering my future?" He added, "Don't worry, once I get his recommendation letter, I'll marry you!"

But he had no idea it was actually me who had supported him all along. Even the only daughter of the so-called "renowned medical expert" was, in fact, me.

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Back at the lab, I watched my clueless classmates congratulating the pair. Kingsley Matthews, looking smitten, wrapped the scarf I had personally knitted around Johanna Hunter's neck. "It's getting chilly. You don't want to catch a cold," he said.

The classmates around us cheered, almost egging them on to flaunt their affection. Kingsley pulled Johanna into his arms, gently caressing her waist. "Johanna gets embarrassed easily, don't tease her," he said. "I'll bring cookies for everyone, and when the baby arrives, I'll throw a bigger bash!"

Watching the lively scene unfold, the herbal tea I was holding slipped from my grasp. I had consulted an expert to find something that would aid a smooth pregnancy, taking on the risks. All I wanted was to honor the legacy of our love. Never did I think Kingsley had already tampered with the samples. The baby he was eagerly awaiting was with Johanna, not me. And in his eyes, what was I?

Just then, Johanna saw me standing at the door. Ignoring my pale face, she approached and linked her arm with mine. "Kori, when did you get here?" she asked, pressing a handful of chocolates into my palm. "Kingsley had these flown in from Belgium; they’re divine! Take some for good luck."

I recognized the chocolate wrappers; they were from the stash I brought back from Switzerland last month. Kingsley, who never cared much for sweets, had said he loved them, so I had more sent over at extra cost. I clenched the chocolates tightly, my eyes filled with resentment as I glared at Kingsley. "Don’t you have anything to say to me?" After all, I was his fiancée.

Yet I waited in vain. Instead, he let out a cold laugh. "What do you think you are to me? Why should I explain everything to you? You're not my keeper." He added with a sneer, "Kori Dean, you're obsessed like some lovesick fanatic."

This sparked a flurry of whispers among our classmates. "I heard ages ago that Kori Dean was clingy. Who knew she'd still meddle even when Johanna is pregnant?" "Only someone as patient as Johanna could tolerate it. I'd have caused a scene at the school long ago!"

I stared at Kingsley in disbelief, my heart aching too much to even argue. Obsessed? Was it not him who had begged me to give