The first thing I did after giving birth to twins was ask my billionaire husband for a divorce. In my last life, he swapped our babies so his mistress’s son could inherit everything. When the truth came out, his mistress and her child were exiled—and died in a tragic accident. Then he locked me and our twins in an illegal organ farm, watching us suffer as they harvested our organs. I woke up—back on the day I gave birth. This time, I swapped the babies back. Holding my daughter and son tight, I demanded a divorce. Julian, now I’ll watch you destroy your mistress—and your son. “Anya, this is our son. Look how beautiful he is.” “He will be the heir to Sterling Group. You must nurture him carefully. No formula, only breast milk.” Julian looked down at the tiny infant in his arms, his eyes brimming with unstoppable paternal love. On the small bed next to us, our daughter cried her lungs out, but he seemed not to hear. I stared blankly at Julian, impeccably dressed in his suit, a joyful expression on his face, his murmuring instructions filling my ears. The incision on my body throbbed with sharp pain, but the room smelled faintly of antiseptic, not the disgusting stench of blood from the underground factory. A shiver ran through me. I had been reborn, back to the moment right after giving birth. Julian handed the baby to me. “He keeps licking his lips. Is he hungry? Quick, feed him.” A soft, squishy infant was placed in my arms. I looked down. His entire body was wrinkled and purplish-red. My memory told me my firstborn was fair-skinned and clean, with big, double-lidded eyes. “You feed the baby quickly. I need to take care of something, I’ll be back to see you later.” With that, he hurriedly left. The moment the door slammed shut, I scooped up the baby and followed him. My memory led me straight to the VIP suite on the third floor. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw a luxurious room, filled with roses, a marble bed, and a large screen projecting maternity care tips… Serena lay wrapped in a silk duvet, her face as fresh and delicate as a peach blossom, showing no sign of the pallor or exhaustion typical after childbirth. My dear husband, Julian Sterling, was gently holding her close. “My love, you’ve been through so much. The baby is beautiful. I’ve already sent him to Anya. He will be the legitimate firstborn grandson of the Sterling family, the heir to Sterling Group.” Serena, tears welling in her eyes, nestled into Julian’s embrace. “Honey, I can’t bear to part with my son. The thought of never seeing him again… I’d rather die.” Julian quickly patted her shoulder, comforting her. “Serena, don’t cry. My heart aches for you.” “Don’t worry. Just eighteen years. As soon as our son inherits Sterling Group, I’ll make sure you two reunite. By then, you’ll be the rightful Mrs. Sterling.” “What about Anya then? Will she let us off that easily?” A sinister look flashed across Julian’s face. “She’s the one who’s disrupting our happiness. If she leaves quietly, we can part amicably. But if she doesn’t cooperate, I won’t hesitate to send her where she belongs.” “No matter how powerful Anya’s family is, they won’t suspect a suicide from depression.” He pulled Serena into a tighter embrace. “Darling, just bear with it a little longer. Right now, I still need Anya’s family’s support. I have to keep coaxing her, pretending to be a loving husband and wife. You know, it’s all for our child, for our future.” Serena cautiously asked, “What about this baby? I’m afraid I won’t be able to care for him properly. What if…?” Julian scoffed. “Just take care of him casually, don’t overexert yourself. If he dies, it’s just his bad luck. I only have one child, and that’s our precious Felix, yours and mine.” Serena nodded, then leaned in and kissed Julian. They entangled passionately, completely disregarding Serena’s recent childbirth. A nurse walked by, and I quickly ducked out of sight. Inside, the sounds eventually stopped. Julian helped Serena leave the room, following the nurse. The moment they turned the corner, I gathered all my strength, rushed inside, quickly swapped back my son, and ran back to my second-floor room. Only when I lay in bed, clutching my son, did I realize I was drenched in sweat and my stitches felt like they were tearing open. I held my son, tears streaming down my face. In this life, I finally held my precious Felix. I will surely get justice for myself and make those heartless scum face their karma.
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