In a solemn room, Victoria stood alone, surrounded by three people she once considered family. Brian, her son of twenty years, coldly declared, "You raised me for twenty years, but I'm not your biological son. Blood cannot be severed. To us three, you're the outsider." Brian's mistress, dressed provocatively in red, clung to him, while her biological son smirked maliciously. He shoved divorce papers toward Victoria, cruelly announcing, "Victoria, you're now penniless. Even street beggars have more money than you. Sign these divorce papers and get out of my life." Brian added, offering a monthly pension of one hundred dollars—a blatant insult. Spectators urged her to fight back. "This family is disgusting!" someone shouted. "Don't back down, Mrs. Lancaster!" another yelled. "I'll sue them!" Yet Victoria silently picked up the pen. She signed the documents, a slight tremble revealing her iron will. The mistress laughed triumphantly, declaring, "Your son, husband, everything—now belongs to me. Even your multimillion-dollar mansion is ours." "And you," the mistress's son added, "take your hundred dollars and disappear from our sight." Their words pierced Victoria like knives. But as they believed victory secured, Victoria's lips curled into a subtle, dangerous smile. Gazing at them with newfound confidence, she said calmly, "You've prepared such a wonderful surprise for me. Now, it's my turn to give a gift." Turning, she signaled someone off-camera. "Bring it in." Her voice echoed, heralding an unbelievable twist about to unfold. All seemed decided—yet what card did Victoria still hold? After nine long months of pregnancy and a life-threatening surgery, she finally gave birth to a child—for her husband. But just then, she heard him cheating with his mistress. And the worst part? They lost her real baby… The one in her arms was their illegitimate child. That moment, she made a decision—
They’re going to pay for this. Every last bit of it.