Chapter 1

My wife and I faced difficulties conceiving, so we opted for IVF.

Before the embryos were combined, I discovered my wife secretly swapping my sperm with that of her first love. I said nothing and simply swapped it back.

Then, I took the opportunity to replace her eggs with those of my ex-girlfriend.

Twenty-five years later, her first love came to my door, trying to claim my son: "My dear boy, I'm your real father!"

Upon returning home from an overseas medical project with my son Caspian, we were taken aback by what we saw.

A crowd of distant relatives, usually absent, had gathered. It seemed like the Johnson family was hosting a large family meeting.

The most irritating sight was Quentin, sitting on the couch with red eyes, being comforted by my elusive "good wife," Fiona Johnson.

I raised an eyebrow, set my suitcase aside, and looked at Fiona: "What's the occasion today? Why the crowd?"

Caspian stood behind me, arms folded, glaring at Quentin with disdain. He had an inkling of the man's identity.

My mother-in-law sat at the head of the room, looking displeased and hesitant.

Before Fiona could respond, Quentin rushed at Caspian, tears streaming down his face: "My dear boy, I'm your real father!"

Caspian quickly stepped aside, scowling at Quentin as if he were something filthy. He stepped back, his tone icy: "My dad is Declan."

That kid is truly on my side.

I held Caspian's hand, giving him a reassuring nod, and then struck Quentin with a punch. The sound echoed through the living room.

"Don't make false family claims," I said coldly, my gaze sharp.

Fiona jumped up, helping Quentin, and pointed at me in anger: "Declan, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit Quentin!"

She raised her hand to strike me, but Caspian swiftly moved forward and slapped Fiona.

"How dare you hit my dad?" Caspian's voice was calm but carried undeniable authority.

Fiona froze, both angry and furious, raising her hand to hit Caspian. But Quentin pulled her back, pretending to cry: "Fiona, don't hit him, he's our son!"

His fake fatherly act made me want to laugh.

Fiona lowered her hand, glaring at Caspian: "If it weren't for your real father, I'd teach you a lesson today!"

Caspian sneered: "Oh, I'd like to see how you plan to do that."

His fierce gaze reminded me of my younger self. I was secretly pleased; he truly is the son I raised!