Traded My Brat For The Titan's Heir

Summary

The paperwork was signed, the divorce finalized. As I drove my eight-year-old son back to my hometown, I noticed he was acting… strange.

He wasn’t yelling at me anymore. He was quiet. He didn’t even touch the chocolate lava cake he usually tore into.

I put it down to car sickness. I was too worn out to care much.

But then, a string of bizarre mental subtitles flashed across my vision.

LOL, she still hasn't figured out that isn't her actual kid?

Seriously, why would her biological son ditch a billion-dollar inheritance to go back to her small-town life?