On my golden wedding anniversary, I took my marriage certificate to collect the commemorative ring issued by the government.
The government official looked at me with surprise and said:
“This marriage certificate is fake. Our records show you’re unmarried—no marriage registration on file.”
I froze. “That’s impossible. My husband Ferris Reed and I have been married for fifty years.”
He pulled up another file. “Ferris is married, but his wife’s name is Siena.”
Siena was Ferris’s brother’s widow. After her husband died, she stayed by Ferris’s side for years as his so-called assistant.
I returned home trembling and confronted him.
Ferris confessed without shame:”Haven’t I treated you well enough all these years? Siena is my true love. I only wanted to marry her and have children with her.”
Even my son urged me to accept it: “Out of consideration for you, my parents never revealed the true nature of their relationship. You’re getting on in years. What more could you possibly want?”
That’s when I learned the truth–The child I’d raised with my own hands wasn’t even mine.
Years ago, Siena and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure Siena’s child would be raised by me—the wealthier woman—Ferris had switched our babies.
As for my biological child, Ferris had drowned him in a pond the moment he was born.
The cruel irony? I’d treated Siena’s child as my own flesh and blood, transferring all my assets to him.
Rage overwhelmed me, and I collapsed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I gave birth after ten months of pregnancy.
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Familiar pain washed over me as I opened my eyes to harsh fluorescent lights overhead.
“Freya, look at our son. Isn’t he adorable?”
My husband Ferris stood beside the hospital bed, cradling a baby with a beaming smile.
I looked around, taking in Ferris’s young face, and realized I’d been reborn.
This was the day I gave birth—and the day that bastard Ferris murdered my biological child!
Panic seized me. Ignoring the post-labor pain, I reached out desperately.
“Give me the baby! Now!”
Ferris handed him over without suspicion.
I immediately unwrapped the blanket and pulled down the child’s pants. There it was—a blue circular birthmark on his bottom.
Blood rushed to my head.
This was the ungrateful wretch I’d raised my entire previous life—Ferris and Siena’s bastard child!
Ferris was still trying to deceive me, smiling calmly as he said:
“They say birthmarks on the bottom bring good fortune. Our son will never want for anything and will surely make something of himself.”
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Of course he would—with me as his meal ticket for life.
I’d poured my heart and soul into raising him, providing for his every need.
I’d given him everything I owned, only for him to tell me not to mind his father’s affair with his real mother.
The thought made me want to tear this family of three to shreds.
But my priority was finding my real son. Suppressing my emotions, I asked Ferris:
“How’s Siena doing? What about her baby?”
A hint of unease flashed across his face.
“She’s doing well too… she had a son. You stay here and take care of the baby, and I’ll go see her.”
He stood and hurried away.
I watched him go with cold eyes, then called over a nurse and whispered a few words.
Minutes later, I carried the baby to Siena’s room. Both she and Ferris had been called away by the nurse.
My son lay abandoned on the bed, breathing weakly.
I didn’t hesitate. I switched the babies back immediately.
Looking down at the tiny bundle in my arms, tears welled up in my eyes.
Even meeting him for the first time, I could feel it clearly—this was my biological son.
In my previous life, Ferris had left under the pretense of starting a company abroad, taking Siena as his “assistant.”
The pair lived it up thousands of miles away. When they needed money, they’d ask me for it. When they missed the child, they’d come back for visits.
Meanwhile, I’d been thoroughly deceived, clutching a fake marriage certificate and raising that pair of dogs’ child. I’d worked tirelessly to raise him, giving them everything I had, laboring my entire life away.
They’d enjoyed the fruits of my sacrifice, taken all my assets, and my “son” had returned to their embrace.
This time, I’d make sure they faced complete ruin and got exactly what they deserved!
