The True Daughter's Beautiful Counterattack

I grew up in an ordinary family with parents who were both teachers. We weren’t particularly wealthy, but our life was warm and fulfilling.

It wasn’t until the Moores came knocking that I learned I was the child mistakenly switched at birth in the hospital.

I was actually the Moore family’s daughter.

After I reunited with my true family, my biological parents treated me well, and I quickly adapted to them.

They made every effort to make up for lost time, and I could feel their sincerity.

They had raised Cassandra for many years and had feelings for her.

Even after getting me back, they didn’t sever ties with Cassandra. They simply said we should continue as a family and call each other sisters.

I had no objections, but Simon was furious.

The Lewis family and the Moore family had just arranged a marriage. Now that I was the Moore family’s daughter, it was expected that I would fulfill this marriage contract.

In high society, such marriages are made for mutual benefit.

The position of Mrs. Lewis could only be filled by the genuine Moore family daughter.

No matter how much Simon liked Cassandra, it made no difference.

When Simon first met me, he glared at me and said, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. I’m telling you, all you’ll get is the title of Mrs. Lewis. You’ll never have me or my heart.”

Seriously? Who wants you? I hadn’t even met you before!

I’d be grateful if someone had told me Simon was just an average guy.

My biological parents were truly kind to me. They repeatedly told me not to force myself and said they could find a way to annul the marriage.

Cancelling the marriage would, in effect, mean severing ties with the Lewis family.

In my previous life, I agreed to the marriage to avoid putting my parents in a difficult position.

After marriage, Simon and Cassandra were openly affectionate, without any regard for me.

Simon almost brought her home and into my bed.

I endured even that, but Cassandra still wouldn’t leave me alone.

Three days after the wedding, Cassandra’s call pulled Simon away.

Before leaving, he told me, “Lena, you go ahead. I’ll join you later.”

Familiar lines, familiar routines.

When he wanted to shift the blame, he called me Lena, but when it was just everyday matters, he called me by my full name, Helena.

He was two-faced.

I went home alone and explained that Simon had a sudden work issue and couldn’t come back with me.

My parents knew exactly why he didn’t come back with me.

Simon and Cassandra’s affair was an open secret in our circle, and my parents were well aware of it too.

My mother held my hand, eyes red, and said, “We’re so sorry for the mix-up at the hospital. Now that we’ve finally found you, you have to endure this. We truly regret it.”

I comforted her, “It’s okay. Marrying anyone is the same. I don’t love him, so I won’t be upset over him.”

I had regretted marrying Simon after the fact, but it was too late now. I had mentioned divorce to him, but he squeezed my chin and asked what trick I was trying to pull.

I rolled my eyes at him and told him to stop reading those domineering CEO novels, which would only make him more troublesome.

After that, I never brought it up again, resigned to living a widow’s life.

Being Mrs. Lewis, with money and leisure, and no man bothering me, wasn’t such a bad thing.

Just when I thought life would continue blissfully, Cassandra showed up at my house, announcing she was pregnant.

“I told you, Mrs. Lewis can only be me. You should leave Simon. I advise you to be sensible.”

I was unmoved. “You, a top star, pregnant out of wedlock? Do your fans know?”

Furious, she threw her water cup. “You pushed me into this.”

I thought she and Simon were a perfect match.

They both seemed to love reading those domineering CEO novels.