The mistress who was reborn to exchange for my child has reaped the fruits of her own labor
Chapter 1
My husband’s mistress and I gave birth to our
sons in the same freaking hospital room.
After we were discharged, she even moved
into the apartment across the hall from us.
My son, or so I thought, was a real hellion.
I quit my job to give him a better life, doing
everything myself, burning the candle at both
ends.
Years later, I got cancer from all the stress.
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I figured my son would at least take care of
- me.
Boy, was I wrong.
He stole all my savings and dumped me in a
run–down shack in the sticks to rot, leaving
me to die in agony.
It wasn’t until after I kicked the bucket that I
found out… he wasn’t even my real kid!
My husband had deliberately set it up for me
and his side piece to be in the same room,
just so he could switch the babies!
He wanted me to waste all my money and
time raising their kid.
And my real son?
He was living right across the hall, being
turned into a freaking simpleton by that
psycho, Tiffany.
Then, I woke up.
I was back in the delivery room, next to
Tiffany.
The first thing I was gonna do was get my
baby back!
“Seriously, Brenda, I’m so jealous. Your kid’s
gonna be born with a silver spoon!”
The voice snapped me back to reality.
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I realized I’d been given a second chance.
I shot up and looked at the baby in my arms.
Wrinkled and sleeping soundly, there it was: a
big, blue birthmark on his butt.
I’d seen that thing for over twenty years; |
knew it like the back of my hand.
This wasn’t my son, it was Tiffany’s!
That witch had switched them out right from
the start!
“Honey, what’s wrong? Is your incision
hurting?”
My husband, Mark, asked, all concerned.
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I looked at him, anger bubbling inside me.
He cheated on me with Tiffany and swapped
our kids!
He schemed to have me pour all my energy
into their little monster.
He let my son get abused by that viper,
turning him into a vegetable!
Just thinking about it made me want to punch
Mark’s lights out.
Suddenly, a weak moan came from the next
bed.
Mark jumped up, all worried.
“Tiffany? What’s wrong? You okay? I’ll get a
doctor!”
I glanced over.
Tiffany was in her bed, smacking the crying
baby beside her.
“Shut up! You’re killing me with this nursing! I
should’ve just thrown you in the garbage and
let you starve!”
She was hitting my son!
The sound of his cries made me tremble with
rage.
Mark was all sympathy too, but for Tiffany.
“Honey. Tiffany’s here all alero Itle Liedl
Maybe I should take her to see a doctor? This
pain can’t be good.”
I smirked inwardly, but put on my best sweet
wife act.
