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

"I intend to elevate you to the greatest heights, so that when you tumble, the agony will be unbearable."


"The loftier your ascent, the more wretched your downfall shall be!"


"Individuals like yourself merit having your reputation shattered and your lineage ruined!"


My voice remained steady, but my statements were startling, leaving all present in a state of disbelief.


It dawned on them that I wasn't foolish, but rather engaged in an elaborate game of psychological manipulation.


Briela collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by shock and lost in contemplation.


Lauryn and Bryan were equally astounded.


They finally grasped that despite their numerous schemes,


I had always seen through their machinations.


In reality, I had been the puppet master controlling their fates for years.


While they were mired in their astonishment, I turned away coldly and departed.


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