My Son Is the Divine Child

Victor stole his brother's wife Emily. A year later, she got pregnant. Sicily cheered—but she tossed the test: she loved Edward and wouldn't keep it. The Matriarch fainted; Victor smashed a glass table. I, his neglected wife, heard a voice: "I'm the God of Luck! Without me, Victor has no heirs!" I yelled, "Baby, come into my belly! Mommy wants you!"