Pangeran Iblis Reinkarnasi: Suami Kontrak Alkemis Cantik

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead.

“Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright.

I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn.

This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

Panic ignited within me.

Ignoring the pain from childbirth, I reached for the baby.

“Give him to me!”

Damien handed him over.

I immediately unwrapped the swaddling, pulled down the baby’s pants, and saw it—a round, bluish birthmark on his bottom.

Blood roared in my veins.

This was the ungrateful child I had raised in my previous life! It was Damien and his sister-in-law, Vanessa Grant’s illegitimate son!

Damien smiled calmly as he attempted to deceive me.

“They say a birthmark on the bottom is a good luck charm. Our son will be carefree and successful.”

I sneered coldly.

Of course—because I had been the sucker raising him all these years, pouring my heart and soul into his care.

I had sent him to Claremont University, and he had told me not to mind Damien and Vanessa’s affair.

I wanted to tear this entire family apart at the thought.

But the immediate priority was finding my own son.

I forced down my rage and turned to Damien.

“How is Vanessa? And her child?”

A flicker of unease crossed his face.

“She’s doing fine. She gave birth to a son, too.”

“You take care of the baby. I’ll go check on her.”

With that, he got up and left in a hurry.

I watched coldly, then called a nurse over and whispered a few instructions.

Minutes later, I carried the baby into Vanessa’s empty hospital room. Both her and Damien were called away by the nurse.

My son lay abandoned on the bed, his breath weak.

Without hesitation, I swapped him with the imposter in my arms.

Holding the tiny bundle in my arms, tears pricked my eyes.

Even at our first meeting, I could feel it clearly—this was my son.

In my previous life, Damien had left under the pretense of going to the military base and had taken Vanessa along as a military doctor.

They had enjoyed themselves far away, returning to me only when they needed money or longed to see their child.

Meanwhile, I clung to a forged marriage certificate and raised their bastard as if he were flesh of my flesh.

I wore myself thin for them. Gave them everything. Sent their son to the prestigious Claremont University.

Not this time.

This time, I wouldn’t just reclaim what was stolen.

I would burn them alive with the truth.