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The mistress who was reborn to exchange for my child has reaped what she sowed.
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My scumbag husband’s mistress and I ended up in the same damn delivery room, both pushing out boys.
And get this after we were discharged, she moved right across the hall from us!
My kid was a handful, and I wanted him to have
a good life, so I quit my job, became a super- mom, the whole nine yards.
All that stress and work? Yeah, I ended up with
cancer. I thought my son would at least appreciate it, but he cleaned out my savings, dumped me in some backwoods hovel to rot,
and I died in agony.
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Then, after I die, I find out he wasn’t even my
son!
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Turns out, my low–life husband had planned the
whole delivery room thing to swap the babies.
He wanted me to pour all my money and time
into raising their kid!
And my real son? He was living across the hall,
being abused into a vegetable by that she-
devil!
I blinked, and BAM! I was back in that delivery
room again, about to pop.
But this time, things are gonna be different.
My first order of business? Getting my kid back.
“Gosh, Sarah, you’re so lucky, that kid’s gonna
be born with a silver spoon!” a voice chirped
next to me.
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I froze. It was happening all over again.
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I jerked up in the bed, really looked at the
squalling bundle in my arms.
This wrinkly little dude was asleep, snoring like
a buzzsaw, and sporting a huge blue birthmark.
on his butt.
I knew that birthmark. I’d seen it for twenty-
something years.
This wasn’t my kid. This was Brenda’s brat!
That skank had swapped them out right from
the get–go.
“Hey, hon, you okay? Hurting?”
My husband, Tom, leaned over, all fake
concern.
I looked at his face, and this tidal wave of rage
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He cheats with Brenda, swaps our kids,
schemes to make me raise their little monster!
And condemns my son to a life of torture by
that viper! I wanted to punch Tom’s lights out
right then and there.
Suddenly, a weak moan came from the bed
next to me.
Tom practically jumped out of his skin.
“Brenda? You alright? Need the doc?”
I looked over at the next bed, and there was
Brenda, Tom’s mistress, lying there.
She was slapping at her baby who was
screaming bloody murder.
“Shut UP, you little demon! You’re gonna suck
my nipple off! Wish I’d just tossed you in a
dumpster and let you starve!” she hissed.
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That was my son. Hearing his cries, I started
shaking all over.
Tom was all concern… but for Brenda. “Hey,
Bren, you came here all alone, so pathetic. You
know, maybe I could take her to the doctor to
check her up. You care for the kids right?”
I gritted my teeth, but plastered on this sickly
sweet smile. “You’re so thoughtful, honey.
Brenda’s young, new mom, and doesn’t know
anything. You go ahead. I’ll watch the kids.”
I said that, but I was holding Brenda’s
hellspawn tight, cooing at him, not even
glancing at the baby in Brenda’s bed.
Brenda saw I couldn’t care less about that
baby.
She smirked at me. “Thanks, Sarah. You’re such
a help.”
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She strutted out of the room like she’d just won
the lottery, Tom trailing behind her like a puppy.
As soon as they were gone, I swapped those
babies faster than a Vegas card dealer.
When Brenda finally waddled back, her spawn
was lying there, bawling his eyes out.
“Useless little brat, all you do is cry! I’ll shut your
up!” Brenda spat, slapping him right across the
face. The kid just wailed louder.
I pretended I didn’t see anything, just clutched
my son close.
This time, I would protect him, help him grow up
healthy and happy!
As for that little monster…Brenda likes idiots,
right? Well, she can beat her own little spawn
into a vegetable.
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I can’t wait to see the look on her face when
she realizes she’s got a drooling idiot for a kid.
