Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 1

My husband Philip Hanson brought home a boy baby, fearing I wouldn't care for him, and said he found him abandoned by the side of the road.

I interrupted him, saying, "You don't have to explain. I'll treat him like my own."

Philip was over the moon and immediately sent me a hefty cash gift.

I accepted it calmly.

If I refused, he would get suspicious.

After putting the baby down, Philip hurried off to a meeting at work.

I called over our neighbor, Daisy, to help watch the baby.

Then I dashed to the supermarket to buy formula, a stroller, diapers, and only the best quality items.

Once everything was set up, I hurried home, out of breath.

Daisy commented, "Salem, you're so good at keeping secrets. When did you have the baby? I had no idea at all."

I replied, "He's not my baby. Philip found him."

Daisy laughed. "Look at you sweating. Nobody sweats like you would if it were your own. Abandoned baby? Come on, you're kidding."

I didn't explain further.

After thanking her, I focused back on the baby.

I soon realized that just feeding him formula wasn't enough.

I decided to hire a wet nurse.

When Daisy heard about it, she scolded me, "You can't do that. He needs his mother's milk. Otherwise, he won't feel close to you when he grows up."

I didn't want to argue, so I just said I didn't have enough milk.

Daisy then patiently told me ways to boost milk production, like eating more meat for protein.

I nodded absentmindedly.

Eventually, Daisy left.

The baby was asleep.

I walked to the window and looked out at branches swaying in the cold wind.

I stood there for a long while.

A perfect plan began to take shape in my mind.

"A surprise? Let's hope it doesn't turn into a shock for you," I thought.

Some time passed, and the neighbors gradually learned the truth.

They all didn't understand my choice.

"Why not just have your own kid instead of raising someone else's?"

"Can't you have children?"

"Medical science is advanced. Anyone who wants to can have kids."

"I don't know what's going through her head."

Daisy came over and said, "So it's true your husband found the child. What's wrong with you? No matter how good you treat the child, he's still not your flesh and blood."

"Sooner or later, his real parents will come for him and take him away," she warned. "If you want kids, you should have your own. Nowadays, IVF works wonders. Our city has a famous fertility clinic that helps many couples who can't conceive. I have some relatives who can help you. Just go there with your husband."

I smiled and shook my head, "Thanks for your kindness, but I think this is just fine."

Daisy patted my forehead and looked at me like I was insane.

Eventually, this whole scenario spread like wildfire through the neighborhood, fueled by Daisy's mouth.