The Billion-Dollar Baby

Summary

Three years after our divorce, my ex-husband showed up at my door.

In his arms was the baby he had with the mistress who destroyed our marriage.

"She passed away," he said. "Her dying wish was for the child to have a complete family."

I rolled my eyes hard, fully intending to slam the door in his face.

But then he dropped a bombshell: "I will transfer all my money and every property in my name to you. Just treat this child as your own."

I immediately snatched the baby into my arms, smiling like a blooming flower: "Come here, sweetie! Call me Mom!"