My 99th IVF Gave Me Another Man's Baby

On the eve of my wedding, I catch my boyfriend of seven years, Eddy Stark, and my best friend, Jane Holman, going at it in the company break room.

All my coworkers crowd outside the glass door, watching the spectacle.

"My gosh! That's your boyfriend, right? It turns out…"

At the most humiliating moment in my life, Rylen Huff, the CEO who never got along with me, walks over and drapes his coat over my shoulders.

Before everyone present, he makes an announcement. "She is my fiancée. Save your nonsense."

From that day on, I go from being the company's joke to the CEO's wife who everyone envies.

After we get married, Rylen treats me very well. He gives me everything from jewelry and mansion to power. But only one thing never goes as planned—we don't have a child.

To give him an heir, I go through injections and egg retrieval again and again. After 99 IVF attempts, I finally get pregnant.

But on the day of my prenatal checkup, I overhear his conversation with the doctor.

"Mr. Huff, the IVF procedure has already severely damaged her health and body. If she finds out that this embryo is actually Jane's, I fear she may have a mental meltdown."

Rylen falls silent for a moment.

Then, he says evenly, "I've already given her a life most people could never have. She should feel contented. When she gives birth, I'll tell her that her body was too weak, and the baby didn't make it.

"Jane cannot handle the pain and hardship of childbirth. We are childhood friends who grew up together, after all. Of course, I should handle a minor matter like this for her."

So the timely rescue and unconditional favor from Rylen were nothing but lies.

I immediately schedule an abortion, as I don't intend to give birth to a child that isn't mine. In addition, I won't stay with a man who has never loved me.

After leaving the hospital, my husband, Rylen Huff, was in a great mood, but I stayed silent, staring down at my lap.

Not long after the car pulled away, he glanced over at me, his lips curling into a faint smile. "What's wrong? Too happy to speak?"

I looked out the window at the fast-passing streets and replied with a quiet, "Yeah. Well, it hasn't exactly been an easy journey to get here."

Rylen's smile deepened at my words. With one hand on the wheel, he reached over with the other, taking my hand in his.

I looked down at our rings on our ring fingers, and suddenly, the words he'd spoken outside the waiting room crashed back into my mind.

In an instant, my stomach turned, and I quickly pulled my hand away.

Rylen froze for a second before turning to look at me. "What's wrong?"

I lowered my gaze, softly muttering, "Nothing, just not feeling well."

Rylen immediately pulled over. He leaned in closer, his voice laced with concern. "Is your