After My Husband Switched Our Babies, I Destroyed His Legacy

I returned to the Williamsburg estate with a steely look on my face.

As soon as I walked through the door, I saw Matheo and Stephanie relaxing on the couch, playing with the baby nestled in their arms. They seemed every bit the perfect family, while I was nothing more than a burden Matheo had felt obligated to bring back out of pity.

Upon my entrance, Stephanie barely glanced in my direction.

"Oh, look, my sister is back," she said casually. "Matheo, you must be forgetful, giving me all your attention while Livia returns alone."

Her face showed no trace of sorrow for her lost child as she reprimanded Matheo.

Ignoring them, I headed upstairs. I had barely made it halfway when I heard Matheo's grandmother's voice hurling curses at me from behind.

"Ungrateful wretch! If she hadn't disregarded the doctor's advice while pregnant, my precious great-grandson wouldn't have suffered like this. Stephanie's generosity in donating her own child's bone marrow saved my great-grandson. I wouldn't have let her get away with it."

Then she turned to Stephanie, sliding the silver bracelet off her wrist and onto Stephanie's. I remembered Matheo saying that this bracelet was the sign of the Williamsburg family's acceptance of their future daughter-in-law. Despite my marriage to Matheo, Gabriela had never acknowledged me as her granddaughter-in-law.

Not only did she give Stephanie the family heirloom, but she also cleared out the brightest room on the second floor for Stephanie’s recovery, while I was relegated to a makeshift guest room.

The household staff, following the lead of those they served, tossed my backpack into the room with dismissive disdain and departed without a backward glance.

"Who does she think she’s kidding with that pitiful act? Still calling herself Mrs. Williamsburg, with her shabby clothes and inability to keep her husband. Matheo and Miss Marshall are such a better match," I overheard them whispering as they left.

"When she jumped into his bed, she should have known there'd be a day like this. Her child probably had congenital issues because of all the wrongs she did."

"The old lady is already too kind by letting her stay. If it were me, I'd have kicked her out long ago."

I blocked out their words and focused on packing my belongings. There was no reason to stay; I'd have no allies within the Williamsburg family after what had happened. My strength was still drained from the recent childbirth, leaving me no match for those who worked hard every day.

Once my things were packed, I drafted a divorce agreement, intending to find Matheo to get his signature.

As I approached the master bedroom door, unmistakable sounds from inside made my blood run cold.

Inside, I saw Matheo, with Stephanie underneath him, his large hand already sliding under her shirt.

"Matheo, I feel so terrible. Can you help me?" Stephanie panted, her cheeks flushed as she gazed at him with dreamy eyes.

She guided his hand lower, but at the last moment, Matheo paused.

"No, Steph, you're still recovering. When you're better, I'll make it up to you," he murmured, kissing her forehead with tenderness overflowing from his eyes.

But Stephanie wasn't satisfied. "You have to promise not to touch Livia, that witch."

Matheo laughed softly, but his hands continued to unhook her bra. "Feeling jealous, are we?"

The clasp snapped open, and in a flash, an intimate moment unfolded.

Unable to bear watching any longer, I suppressed my disgust, recorded the scene, and quietly closed the door, leaving them to their treachery.