When my daughter turned one month old, I accidentally witnessed my closest friend perched on my spouse's knees.
"Bryan, that foolish wife of yours hasn't noticed I switched our babies, has she?"
"Well... she dotes on our child daily. But where's my daughter and hers? Why didn't you bring her along?"
"I've been mistreating her for a month and it's becoming tedious. I'm planning to submerge her in the bathtub. You won't mind, will you?"
My husband responded with revulsion, "How could that be? I only married Flora for her family's wealth. The brat she bore will perish, and when our child inherits her assets, I'll cast her out."
I silently wiped my tears, feigning ignorance.
I committed myself to raising their child.
Two decades later, my daughter returned from overseas studies, and I transferred all company shares and assets to her name.
During the media announcement, my best friend, clutching my husband's hand, approached me with a paternity test report.
"Flora, the hospital mixed up the infants back then. Briela is actually the biological child of Bryan and me. You've cared for her all these years, but it's time to return her to me now."
My husband also presented divorce papers and a bank card.
"Sign the divorce agreement promptly, so our family of three can be reunited. Also, this card contains seven hundred dollars, your compensation for childcare and divorce over the years."
I gave a frosty smile and replied, "Very well."

I Gave Birth To My Best Friend And Her Husband's Daughter

Bryan and his daughter carelessly discarded my possessions as if they were trash.


As I approached, Bryan lifted his head, looking at me with contempt. "Flora, this house is now Briela's property, and we're no longer married. Take your things and leave immediately!" he declared.


"Stop bothering my family!" he added harshly.


The kindness and consideration he once showed me had vanished entirely.


All that remained was intense dislike and animosity.


It appeared he had been tolerating me for quite some time.


"You're a complete failure as a person," she sneered.


"Get out of here now! Don't contaminate my home!" she demanded.


Her former respect for me had transformed into utter contempt.


I walked over, picked up my luggage from the ground, and departed without a word.


After leaving the mansion, I moved into a small, dilapidated house and began living a modest life on my own.


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