On our golden wedding anniversary, I, Amelia Mason, went to City Hall to check my personal records. The clerk was shocked to tell me: “Your file shows you’re unmarried and have never registered for marriage.” I was stunned: “That’s impossible. My husband Leon Reynolds and I have been married for fifty years.” He pulled up the records again: “Leon is indeed married, but his wife is named Willow Disick.” Willow was the widow of Leon’s older brother Roman Reynolds, who often traveled with the military as an army doctor. I returned home trembling and confronted Leon, who brazenly admitted: “I’ve been good enough to you in this lifetime. Willow is my true love—I only wanted to marry her and have children with her.” Even their child Liam Reynolds advised me: “To spare your feelings, my parents never made their marriage public. You’re not young anymore—what more could you want?” Only then did I realize that the child I had raised with my own hands wasn’t even my biological son. When Willow and I both went into labor, Leon secretly switched our babies so that Willow’s child could be raised by me, someone more educated. As for my biological child, Leon drowned him in a pond with his own hands right after birth. Ridiculously, I had treated Willow’s child as my own son, raising him through hardship and even sending him to New York University. Rage consumed me, everything went black, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I gave birth. ***** Familiar sharp pain hit me as I slowly opened my eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. “Amelia, look at our son—isn’t he adorable?” Leon stood beside the hospital bed holding a baby, his smile radiant. I looked around, then at Leon’s young face, finally realizing I had been reborn. I had returned to the day of delivery—the day Leon took my biological son away from me! At this thought, my heart raced with urgency. Ignoring the postpartum pain, I reached out and shouted: “Give me the baby!” Leon handed the infant to me without suspicion. I immediately pulled back the swaddling cloth and checked the child’s diaper, seeing the blue circular birthmark on his bottom. In that instant, my blood boiled. This was the son I had raised my entire life in my previous existence—Leon and Willow’s illegitimate child! Leon was still trying to deceive me, smiling calmly: “They say a birthmark on the bottom is a sign of good fortune. Our son will surely live comfortably and achieve great things.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. They wanted me to raise him for life, pouring my heart and soul into providing for his every need. I had sent him to New York University, yet he told me not to mind Leon and Willow’s affair. At this thought, I wanted to tear this family of three to pieces. But the most urgent matter was finding my son. Suppressing my rage, I asked Leon: “How is Willow doing? Is her baby alright?” A flicker of unease crossed Leon’s face: “She’s fine too, also had a son. You take care of the baby—I’ll go check on her.” With that, he got up and hurried away. I watched his retreating figure coldly, then called over a nurse and whispered a few instructions. Minutes later, I carried the baby to Willow’s room, where both she and Leon had been called away by the nurse. My son lay carelessly on the bed, his breathing weak. I didn’t hesitate and immediately switched the two babies back. Looking at the tiny bundle in my arms, my eyes welled up with tears. Even at our first meeting, I could clearly feel that this was truly my biological son. In my previous life, Leon had left under the pretense of “going to his post,” taking Willow along as a military doctor. The two lived happily in a distant place, coming back to ask me for money when they needed it, and visiting when they missed the child. Meanwhile, I was thoroughly deceived, devotedly caring for their child and toiling my entire life. Yet they enjoyed the fruits of my labor, getting a good son who made it into New York University for nothing. In this life, I would never let them succeed again. I would make them fall from grace! Shortly after returning to the hospital room, Leon and Willow walked in together. The moment Willow entered, her eyes locked onto the child in my arms, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. “Oh my, this child is so beautiful! He must be bright and clever.” Seeing that I had wrapped the baby in cotton cloth, she quickly added, “Why are you dressing the child in cotton? That’ll irritate his skin. Quick, change him into these silk ones!” She untied her bundle and pulled out a pile of fine, brand-new clothing. Then she eagerly stepped forward, wanting to take the child from my arms. I turned away, my tone cold: “He’s my child. I’ll take care of him.” Unable to hold the baby, Willow looked slightly displeased, but quickly forced a smile: “Yes, yes, you’re a college graduate after all. You’ll surely educate him well and help him rise above his station.” She gazed at my son with loving eyes, her expression radiating intense maternal warmth. At that moment, Leon spoke up: “Amelia, now that the child is born, we should give him a name. How about Liam?” Before the child’s birth, Leon had given me several name options, and he was particularly fond of Liam. I later learned that all those names had been chosen by him and Willow together in advance. What he liked was only what Willow liked. I immediately refused and picked a name he’d never mentioned: “No, I want to call him Waylon.” Leon’s expression darkened slightly: “Didn’t we agree to use the name I chose? Liam sounds so nice.” I let out a cold laugh and deliberately held out the child in my arms: “Then you raise him?” Of course he couldn’t take on that responsibility, so he fell silent. Willow looked somewhat unhappy and said in a strange tone: “Amelia, it’s fine that you’re naming him yourself, but you’d better treat the child well. I’m waiting to see him make you proud and become someone important.” I replied coolly: “Don’t trouble yourself. You should focus more on your own child.” At the mention of her child, Willow pursed her lips, unable to hide her disgust: “My child isn’t likeable at all. I get annoyed just looking at him.” Leon said: “He died less than a day after birth. Really unlucky.” I suddenly felt ice-cold all over, my palms breaking out in sweat. Just a little bit more, one step later, and I wouldn’t have been able to save my child. Yet when Leon and Willow spoke of that dead child, they both looked completely indifferent, without a trace of compassion. I couldn’t help but ask: “Did he really die naturally?” A flash of disdain crossed Leon’s eyes, his tone certain: “Of course he did. Newborns are fragile to begin with. A child without a father like that—it’s better off dead. Amelia, you need to take even better care of our son. He’s this family’s only hope.”
Willow didn’t refute Leon’s words at all. Instead, she remained expressionless, her gaze fixed on my son the entire time. She said, “Exactly. How could my son ever compare to Leon’s son? It’s better that he’s dead.” I lowered my eyes, hiding the mockery in them. I had always thought that Willow poured all her love into my son because she was devastated by losing her husband and child. Only now did I learn the truth and finally understand the reason behind all their strange behavior. Fighting back nausea, I brushed them off with a few perfunctory words. Afterward, I went to the morgue, where Willow’s son was indeed there. I carefully confirmed it was the child they had drowned with their own hands. On my way back to the ward, I deliberately took a less crowded path, only to run into Leon and Willow. They were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately in the corner. Willow panted as she nestled in Leon’s arms, breathlessly saying, “Leon, we finally got rid of that menace today. Since he’s your biological son, don’t you feel bad?” Leon’s eyes were tender as he replied without hesitation, “Why would I feel bad? I only acknowledge the one you gave birth to. I never wanted the child Amelia bore. Though she still has her uses. No matter how smart she is, she’ll obediently help us raise the child. Once we get to the garrison, no one will bother us anymore. Isn’t that what you’ve been looking forward to?” Willow blushed and playfully hit his chest. “Indeed.” I felt sick listening to this. While they were entangled, I picked up a brick and hurled it at them before running away. The two behind me were startled but didn’t dare make a scene, frantically looking around in panic. I had already returned to the front hall, where I borrowed a phone from a nurse and immediately called my supervisor Julian Wallace to request a transfer. I was one of the few college graduates in this place. After graduation, I married Leon and gave up many opportunities for him. Even when Julian suggested I develop my career in a big city, I declined because of my pregnancy. But now, I was no longer willing to be controlled by them. Even with a child, I was determined to leave this place. After being discharged and returning home, the first thing I did was find the fake marriage certificate. Leon, being the regiment commander, had somehow forged a convincing fake document, while he and Willow had secretly gone to city hall to get legally married. Ridiculously, I had treasured this fake certificate, preserving it like a precious keepsake for five years. I tore the document in half with force. Just as well. Since it was fake, I wouldn’t need to worry about divorce proceedings when I left in a month. Both Willow and I were recovering postpartum. She lay in bed every day, having everything handed to her, while Leon took care of her every need, personally feeding her everything. Sometimes when his behavior was too obvious and he feared exposure, he would explain to me, “Willow’s child died, and she’s heartbroken. I’m her only support now.” I remained silent. He seemed oblivious to my daily struggles caring for the child and never once asked if I was tired. Whenever the baby cried at night, Leon would get up irritably, saying he needed to sleep in another room, then head straight to Willow’s room. The next day, Willow would smile smugly, covering her mouth as she pretentiously asked, “Amelia, you’ve worked so hard. Look at those dark circles—you didn’t sleep all night, did you?” She was gloating, triumphant, unaware that I was also smiling when I turned away. To prepare for leaving, I quietly packed my things. Leon paid no attention and didn’t notice at all. Until that evening, when he came in holding an envelope, his face dark, “Amelia, what is this?” It was the transfer order Julian had sent.
I took the document without batting an eye and casually tossed it into the fireplace. “You know Julian has tried to transfer me more than once,” I said, “but I have a child. How could I possibly leave you all? It was just a notice, and I’ve already declined.” I knew exactly what Leon wanted to hear. That long-expired notice burned to ashes in the fire, as if it had never existed. He bought it completely, his expression immediately relaxing. “Good. Once a woman gets married, she should stay home and focus on raising the children. With all your skills, you’re perfect for teaching our son. The baby’s almost 100 days old now—I’m planning a simple celebration. After all, this is our family’s only son.” I smiled and agreed. Perfect. The more people who came, the better. The livelier the scene, the better. The day of the banquet arrived quickly, and Leon had indeed invited many people. He’d reserved the entire hall at the restaurant, bringing together various leaders and friends and family. Dressed to the nines, he greeted guests with a beaming smile. Willow stood beside him in elegant attire. The two looked more like a couple than ever. When the atmosphere reached its peak, Leon raised his glass in a toast, gazing at me with deep emotion. “Amelia, thank you for giving me a son. But I’m a soldier with a mission—I’ll be heading to my new post soon. I’m entrusting the child to you from now on. I’m confident you’ll raise him to be successful.” Willow chimed in with a bright smile, “As a military doctor, I’ll naturally accompany Leon. Don’t worry, Amelia—I’ll take good care of him. You just focus on raising the child at home.” The room filled with praise, everyone saying how they were sacrificing their small family for the greater good, putting duty first. I couldn’t help but clench my fists. Leon seemed to have forgotten how he’d once convinced me to give up my career and focus on homemaking. They showed such reluctance to leave the child, their expressions so sincere that even Leon’s superior, Eman Williams, nodded approvingly. “Even Willow loves this child like her own—it shows what a harmonious family you have. Leon, I’m confident entrusting this mission to you!” Leon practically grinned from ear to ear at the praise. A relative holding the baby studied his little face and said to me with a laugh, “Amelia, this child really looks like you. He’s going to be a handsome young man when he grows up.” Hearing this, Willow’s face darkened. She shot the person a fierce glare, then reached over to take the child. “Boys naturally look like their fathers. He clearly resembles Leon.” The relative glanced at me awkwardly, but I just smiled without saying anything. Willow held the baby, genuinely reluctant to part with what she considered her son. She wanted to spend more time with him before their separation. But after just a few minutes, the baby suddenly burst into tears, wailing right in her face. Willow let out a startled cry as the blanket became soaked. A relative quickly took the baby, offering helpfully, “Oh my, the baby wet himself. Let me help change his diaper.” Though Willow liked children, she’d never planned to actually take on the responsibility of caring for one—otherwise she wouldn’t have pushed the child onto me to raise. She immediately frowned and stepped back, watching as the relative began changing the diaper. But the moment the clothes were opened, her face went deathly pale and she let out a sharp, piercing scream. Leon heard the commotion and walked over. “What’s wrong? What’s all the fuss about?” Willow just stared at the child, her voice trembling violently. “Why doesn’t he have the birthmark?”
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