Chapter 3

I wasn’t lying to myself. Noah really was my son.

Did Evelyn and Ryan truly think they could fool me?

Back then, when Evelyn couldn’t get pregnant after years of trying, we decided to undergo IVF.

Before the embryos were created, I accidentally caught Evelyn working with a nurse to tamper with the sperm storage cabinet, and I heard her happily calling Ryan to tell him that she had already switched in his sperm.

I didn’t make a scene at the time. Without saying a word, I turned around and paid the doctor a million dollars to replace it with the extra sperm I had previously collected.

I also “kindly” asked the doctor to replace Evelyn’s eggs with those of my ex-girlfriend.

On the day the embryos were created, Evelyn and I witnessed the birth of our “miracle” together.

She was unnaturally happy, probably thinking it was the child she and Ryan had made.

Watching her foolish expression nearly made me laugh myself to death.

Over the years, I had watched her act like a clown while treating Noah well, and the satisfaction in my heart was indescribable.

She had wanted to set me up, but she never imagined she would spend more than twenty years happily playing mother to someone else’s child.

Evelyn interrupted my memories and sneered at me.

“You’re just refusing to admit defeat. Noah may have spent all these years by your side, but his biological father is Ryan. His sperm wasn’t yours!”

My tone was calm, but a hint of provocation colored my words. “Are you dreaming?”

“If you don’t believe me, we can get a paternity test!” Evelyn said firmly.

“I also want a divorce! You spent all those years crawling after me and pressured me into marrying you. After twenty-five years together, I’ve already done more than enough for you!”

When she brought up divorce, a trace of delight appeared on her face.

Apparently, she had been thinking about it for a long time.

Seriously? She actually had the nerve to say she had done more than enough for me?

I had married into her family for twenty-five years, and for twenty-five years, I had lived like a single man.

While I was raising our child alone, she was out enjoying romantic nights with Ryan.

While I was fighting in the business world and carrying the Carter family’s reputation on my shoulders, she was drowning herself in luxury and nightlife.

But she had gotten one thing wrong. I hadn’t spent all those years crawling after her because I loved her.

I married her only to gain the status of the Carter family’s heir’s wife and take control of the Carter Group.

And now, the Carter Group was completely under my control.

That meant Evelyn no longer had any value to me.

“Divorce is fine,” I said, shrugging indifferently.

“But there’s no need for a paternity test. I’m certain Noah is my son.”

Noah looked at me with unwavering eyes. “Dad, I believe you.”

Evelyn and Ryan immediately panicked.

“Noah, don’t you believe your mother?”

Noah ignored her and simply moved closer to me.

Just then, a boy who looked like a college student burst through the door.

He walked straight up to Noah and called out excitedly, “Brother!”

Everyone present froze.

One extra father was bad enough, but now another younger brother had appeared out of nowhere?