After completing the discharge procedures and returning to the ward, I witnessed my husband, Gary Carter, walking into the nursery. Confused, I was about to push the door open when I saw him switch my daughter’s incubator with the one next to it. At that moment, I heard a woman’s sweet voice. “Gary, I’m so grateful. I promise I’ll take good care of your daughter from now on.” Gary looked at her lovingly and vowed, “From this moment on, Laura is my baby girl. I’m her father. I’ll definitely treat her as my own daughter and give her the very best. As for the baby in your arms, send her to the countryside for your mother to raise.” Outside the room, I trembled with rage. Nicole Phillips was Gary’s childhood friend. To give her a complete family, he was willing to sacrifice my daughter. Since he treated us this way, I decided to fight back. Inside the ward, Gary put his arm around Nicole and said, “Nicole, trust me. When Laura grows up, I’ll make sure she accepts you as her mother!” Looking at the two of them embracing and crying, I clenched my fists in fury. How could Gary be so heartless? Suddenly, a baby’s cry from a nearby ward interrupted my thoughts. I turned and slowly walked toward the room, but didn’t comfort the crying baby, just standing coldly to the side. Hearing the cries, Gary burst through the door. Seeing me standing by indifferently, he shoved me to the floor. “Why didn’t you comfort her when she was crying? As her mother, how could you just stand there watching her cry?” Gary gently picked up the baby, the disgust in his eyes instantly replaced with tenderness. But I clearly remembered that he never liked children before. He had repeatedly urged me to get an abortion. When I refused, Gary had angrily told me, “If you insist on having this baby, then you’ll raise it yourself. I won’t take care of it!” Nicole quickly followed him into the ward. With reddened eyes, she hurried to Gary’s side and took the baby from him, cradling and soothing her. The baby’s cries gradually subsided, and soon she fell peacefully asleep. Gary sneered, “See? Nicole got the baby to sleep right away. You’re useless.” Then he turned to Nicole, his face full of concern. I watched it all silently, laughing bitterly to myself as I swallowed this pain. I struggled to my feet, wanting to leave, but at the doorway I collided with a nurse carrying a baby. The nurse said, “Ms. Phillips, your daughter has a high fever. Please come check on her!” The baby’s face was sickly pale, wrapped only in thin, tattered cloth. I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face. This was my real daughter, Anne Carter!
I whipped my head around to look at Gary, curious about his reaction. However, Gary seemed as if he hadn’t heard a thing, focusing only on Nicole and the baby in her arms. I felt nothing but disappointment. His blatant favoritism toward Nicole was so obvious, yet I hadn’t noticed it at all before. Nicole showed no intention of leaving either. Gary said, “Newborns have weak immune systems. It’s perfectly normal for them to catch minor illnesses.” He impatiently ordered me, “Nicole is busy right now. Go help her by taking the baby.” At this point, I was too worried to care about them anymore. Anxiously, I took Anne into my arms. As soon as I got close to her, I could clearly feel Anne’s abnormal body temperature. Holding back my anger, I said, “Nicole, please look at your daughter. If this continues, her condition will only get worse!” Gary scolded me, “You’re so useless. Don’t order Nicole around. Get out of here before you make things worse!” Before I could respond, he rushed over, snatched Anne from my arms, and roughly tossed her onto the nearby bed. Anne hit the bed hard and burst into tears. Gary reached out and covered Anne’s mouth, deliberately lowering his voice as he reprimanded her, “Shut up! Don’t disturb others who are sleeping!” Anne’s face turned bright red, only able to make muffled sounds. My heart ached, but I felt powerless. Eventually, Nicole found Anne too noisy and had to take her back to her own hospital room. Gary went back to taking care of Laura. Deeply concerned about Anne, I seized the opportunity to sneak to Nicole’s hospital room door. Anne had been carelessly placed aside by Nicole, curled up and shivering. Nurses came in and out, checking Anne’s temperature several times, while Nicole didn’t even glance at her. Nicole sat nearby, casually talking on the phone: “Mom, I’m preparing to leave the hospital. Come tomorrow and take this child away! I don’t want to deal with her anymore. Do whatever you want with her.” I thought with surprise, “Why is she in such a hurry to send Anne away?” I absolutely couldn’t let Anne be sent to the countryside to suffer abuse! For Anne’s future, I had to switch these two babies back as soon as possible! The next morning, I deliberately tore Laura’s baby clothes and smashed her bottle as well. Seeing the mess, Gary lost his temper and yelled at me impatiently. “How can you be so clumsy? Nicole is always so careful!” Just then, Laura woke up and started crying loudly because she was hungry. Gary quickly turned to comfort her. To prevent Laura from going hungry, he had no choice but to go out immediately to buy emergency supplies from a baby store. Before leaving, he warned me harshly, “Take good care of her. If I come back and find any more problems with my daughter, I’ll be very angry!” Then Gary left with Nicole. Watching them walk out of the hospital arm in arm, I didn’t have time to think twice. I avoided the nurses and quickly switched the two babies back. But I kept worrying that Gary and Nicole would discover what I had done. Just as I was thinking this, I looked up and saw an elderly woman pacing back and forth outside Nicole’s hospital room. She muttered to herself, “Nicole asked me to come pick up the baby. Why can’t I find her?”
I immediately recalled what Nicole had said on the phone yesterday. I guessed that the elderly woman before me must be her mother. In a flash of insight, I took the initiative to link arms with the elderly woman. “You’re here to pick up Nicole’s daughter, aren’t you? I’m her friend. She had to step out for an emergency and asked me to hand the child over to you.” As I spoke, I enthusiastically led the elderly woman into the hospital room and without hesitation handed Nicole’s child to her. The elderly woman took Laura, examined her briefly, and thanked me repeatedly with a smile. As she was leaving, I heard her mutter to herself: “This girl is so adorable, she’ll definitely fetch a good price.” After watching her leave, I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew Nicole’s mother wasn’t a good person either. By the time Nicole and Gary returned, I had already taken care of everything. Gary rushed into the hospital room and began frantically searching for the baby. “Where’s Anne? Where has Anne gone?” Seeing me sitting motionless on the hospital bed, he frowned and said harshly: “Why are you sitting there again? Don’t tell me you’ve abandoned Anne somewhere again?” I held Anne in my arms and turned slightly, blocking Gary’s view. “Anne is already asleep. Don’t wake her up.” I gestured for him to lower his voice. Only then did Gary notice Anne sleeping in my arms, and reluctantly closed his mouth. Meanwhile, Nicole received the news that Laura had been picked up by her mother. They both firmly believed that the real Anne had been sent to the countryside, completely unaware that the two babies had been switched. In the days after we left the hospital, Gary showered Anne with care and gave her the very best of everything. He did everything possible to get Anne into the top local private school. On Anne’s tenth birthday, Gary even bought her a luxury apartment. At first, Nicole would sneak into my home to visit Anne when I wasn’t around, using my things and sleeping in my guest room. I pretended not to notice until she became increasingly presumptuous. She frequently came to my house for meals, hypocritically holding my hand and expressing her desire to be Anne’s godmother, while constantly saying things to drive a wedge between us. I ignored Nicole and Gary’s little movements under the table and their provocative glances. But she genuinely cared about Anne, bringing many gifts each visit, wanting to give Anne everything. With their contributions, my burden was considerably lightened. I thought life would continue peacefully this way, until one day a relative visiting for dinner casually remarked: “Anne looks more and more like her parents!” I froze, catching a glimpse of Gary’s face suddenly changing color. From that day on, his attitude toward Anne gradually cooled. I tried to fabricate lies to cover the truth, but as Anne grew older, similar comments became more frequent. The truth eventually came to light. One day, after picking Anne up from school, I had barely stepped through the door when Gary violently pushed me to the ground. He grabbed my collar and roared furiously: “This isn’t my daughter! Give me back my daughter!”
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