The Baby Isn't Mine!

After that, I lowered my head and accepted my fate.

"The DNA test says I'm the baby's biological mother," I said quietly. "I'll take responsibility."

The crowd exploded.

"She finally admitted she abandoned the baby. See? You have to shove the evidence in her face before she'll shut up."

A victorious smile spread across Shirley's face as she nodded again and again.

"Taylor, I'm glad you chose to be a proper mother."

I ignored her. Holding the baby, I turned toward the police and the reporters.

"Officer. Members of the press. Before you arrest me, I want to register my newborn son's birth."

Theo grabbed at his hair, panic written all over his face.

"Have you lost your mind? You can't just claim someone as your son! Just take your pants off and prove that you're a dude! Showing your manhood would still be better than going to jail!"

Show my manhood? Was I supposed to throw away the rest of my life like that?

I patted the back of his hand, my gaze steady. "The DNA test is done. The child is biologically mine. Putting him under my name is only right."

Surrounded by livestream cameras from every angle, we headed to the Vital Records Office to register the birth.

I even had my butler send over my necessary documents.

Whispers followed us everywhere.

"She actually lives in Westbrook Heights… That's a villa district. Only wealthy families live there!"

"If she lives there, why would she still chase rich men?"

"Who in the world ever thinks they have enough money? And rich or not, a woman who abandons her baby deserves hell."

Shirley stayed close behind me, like she was afraid I might run.

The entire way, she fed the influencers her version of the story: how I stole her boyfriend, secretly gave birth, then dumped the baby.

If she hadn't discovered it in time, she said, I would have walked away without consequences.

I knew exactly what she was doing. She was using public pressure to force me to fully accept the child, cutting off every possible way out.

I let out a cold laugh and stayed silent.

After filling out the Parentage Registration Form, I handed it to the clerk along with the DNA report.

"Ma'am, this is the child I gave birth to today. Please file him under my parentage. I'm in a hurry to go to jail."

The clerk froze. She looked at me, then at the documents, her brows slowly knitting together.

"Who gave birth to this child?" she asked.

Without changing my expression, I tapped the DNA report with my finger.

"The report says I am the child's mother. I gave birth to him."

"It's already proven! Why are you dragging this out?" Shirley cut in impatiently. "She's the mother who abandoned the baby. It took a lot to make her take responsibility. Just file the parentage already!"

The clerk's expression hardened instantly.

"This is absurd! Do you think this office is a playground? I can't process this registration. Please leave."

Shirley's face went blank as panic crept in.

"What's wrong with a mother registering her own child? The DNA test is right there! Why won't you do it? She's about to go to jail. Who's going to take care of the baby, then? If you refuse, I'll file a complaint."

The clerk suddenly laughed, disbelief clear in her voice, and pointed at my file on the computer.

"Ma'am, Mr. Taylor Stevens's records are very clear. His ID and personal data all state that he is male. If the claimant's legal sex makes childbirth impossible, this filing cannot proceed."