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A month before I was due to give birth, I caught snippets of a hushed conversation between my husband and his mother in the corridor.
My mother-in-law sounded exasperated. "I've had multiple tests done, and they all say it's a girl! I even tried that special concoction to alter the gender, but it didn't work. What a disappointment!"
My husband replied calmly, seemingly unconcerned. "It's alright, Mom. Sophia and I are only having this one child. Even if it's a daughter, she can still inherit our family's wealth."
His mother scoffed disdainfully. "A woman who marries is like water poured on the ground—worthless! Without male genitalia, she's not truly part of our family. What's the use?"
My husband chuckled, his voice tinged with a perverse sense of pride. "Mom, remember that girl I loved from the rural area? Actually, I never ended things with her. She's expecting too, and judging by her wide hips, it's surely a boy."
His mother gasped, then erupted in joyous laughter. "Is that so? I'm going to have a grandson? Oh, this is fantastic!"
She leaned in, speaking in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. "We can't let our precious heir suffer. We'll exchange him with the girl she's carrying. No one will ever find out."
Two weeks later, I woke up in excruciating pain, my abdomen feeling like it was being torn apart. I was rushed to the hospital for an emergency cesarean section.
When I regained consciousness, my mother-in-law stood before me, her face beaming with satisfaction as she cradled a baby boy. "Sophia, you're incredible! You've given birth to a big, healthy boy—4 kilograms! What a blessing you've brought to our family!"
I looked at her, seeing right through her deceit. But I remained silent.
I played along with their deception for eighteen years.

The Cradle Swap Conspiracy

Misty suddenly bolted towards the nearby table, her actions erratic and uncontrolled. Before anyone could stop her, she smashed her head against the table's sharp edge.


The impact produced a horrifying sound as a deep cut opened on her forehead. Blood gushed out, drenching her hair and staining the ground. Seeing my daughter, my own child, lying there surrounded by blood, broke my heart into pieces.


Terrified, I hurried to her, shaking as I pleaded for someone to call for medical help.


Olivia, however, cackled with malicious delight. "Sophia, this is your punishment! Can you hear it? Your daughter despises you the most!"


Her words pierced my soul like sharp knives.


"Your daughter is gone, but my son is alive and flourishing. He's everything you'll never have."


My husband rushed over, his eyes blazing with anger as he gestured at me, his words cutting through the mayhem.


"Sophia, we exchanged the children, but now, your daughter's dead because of you!"


Chapter 8