Chapter 1

When my son turned ten, I found out he was the biological child of my wife, Chloe, and her ex-boyfriend.

I divorced Chloe immediately.

But to my surprise, she cleaned out all our valuables and ran off, leaving the boy behind.

Looking at the boy crying, clinging to my leg and begging me to be his dad...

My heart softened. I gritted my teeth and raised him anyway.

But I never expected that once he grew up, he would choose to go back to his mother.

"Mom, John Davis isn't related to me at all. You're my only real family."

When I learned the truth, my heart gave out, and I died of a sudden heart attack.

But then, I opened my eyes again.

I had regressed back to the day Chloe abandoned Toby and ran away.

This time, as the boy clung to my leg, crying and begging, I kicked him away without a shred of mercy.

And then, I called the local orphanage.

Since his biological parents didn't want him, why on earth should I raise this ungrateful leech?

But right after I sent the kid to the orphanage, Chloe burst through my door like a madwoman:

"John Davis! Who gave you permission to send my son away?!"

In my past life, I accidentally found a blood test report for Toby in Chloe's purse.

Chloe and I both had Type B blood, but Toby’s was Type O.

I didn't confront Chloe right away. Instead, I secretly took a strand of Toby's hair for a DNA test.

The results proved that the son I had raised for ten years wasn't mine.

Furious, I threw the paternity test right in Chloe's face.

She stared at it, completely stunned.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she whispered:

"I'm sorry."

That night, I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes.

The next day, I filed for divorce.

"I'm keeping the house and the savings. Take your bastard and get out!"

I never expected Chloe to sneak back in the middle of the night, steal every valuable in the house, and run away—leaving her son behind.

In my past life, I couldn't get ahold of Chloe.

And Toby cried so pitifully.

My heart softened. After all, I had raised him for ten years.

So, I kept him.

I didn't tell my parents the real reason for the divorce because I didn't want to break their hearts.

They still treated Toby like their own grandson, showing him endless love.

They were even worried Toby would get depressed after losing his mother, so they spent a lot of money buying him gifts to comfort him.

I thought Toby would be grateful. But I was dead wrong. The moment he graduated from college,

he blocked my number and my parents' numbers on everything.

My parents couldn't reach him.

They asked me if we had gotten into a fight.

They even told me not to be too hard on him.

They said he had just graduated and still needed our financial support.

I pulled every favor and used all my connections to track Toby down.

When I finally found him, I accidentally overheard him talking to his mother.

Chloe said, "I knew John was soft-hearted and cared too much about his reputation. As long as I abandoned you, he would definitely take care of you."

"See? Not only did he pay for your college, but he didn't even dare to tell his own parents!"

Toby replied, "Don't worry, Mom. I'm definitely not going to take care of John. Sure, he raised me, but he didn't give birth to me. Why should I support him in his old age?"

Only then did I realize that this was their plan all along.

Chloe knew I cared about my reputation.

She knew I wouldn't tell anyone Toby wasn't my biological son.

And she knew I was too soft-hearted to send a child I raised for ten years to an orphanage.

She simply waited for me to raise her son into a successful adult,

and then she came to reap the harvest.

Thinking back on my past life,

I let out a cold laugh.

In this life, I will never raise another man's child.