My Little Trophy (English)

“Willa, how dare you cheat on me?!”

He shoved me hard against the wall.

My husband, Mason York, loomed over me. His face was full of anger.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you feeling guilty?

“That child is about to die, and your lover hasn’t even come to check on him!”

I could hardly believe that I was hearing the same old accusations.

I had returned to the past!

In my past life, my son, Yulian York, got into a car accident and was rushed to the emergency room.

That was when we discovered something shocking. Our son’s blood type was A.

My husband and I were both type O, so there was no way we could have had a child with type A blood.

Mason accused me of cheating without any proof.

He did not care that Yulian was still in the emergency room. He wanted to rush in and drag him out for a paternity test.

When the results came back, I could not believe them.

Even after testing at five different hospitals, every report said the same thing. Mason was not Yulian’s father.

For a moment, I thought maybe my son had been switched with another baby when he was born.

But when I saw how much Yulian resembled me and read the report confirming we were mother and son, I had no choice but to accept it.

Still, until the day I died, I never understood it.

I had never betrayed Mason.

It was only after I died that I unexpectedly learned the truth.

From the day of Yulian’s accident, I had fallen into Mason’s trap.

Everything he did was meant to make me leave with nothing and clear the way for his mistress.

I still did not know how Mason had switched the paternity reports in front of everyone.

But this time, I would make sure his scheme failed for sure.

The burning pain on my face brought me back to reality.

Mason saw me freeze and tried to slap me again.

I clutched his hand and said, “Mason, watch your mouth!

“You have no proof, so you can’t accuse me!”

Mason snorted.

“Proof? That child is proof enough!

“My mother used to say the child doesn’t look anything like me, but I didn’t believe her. Now, you are telling me this is a medical miracle? Two type O parents produced a type A child?”