At the party held to celebrate my son’s birth, our nanny, Rachel, suddenly snatched my son from my arms and glared at me with hostility. “This is my grandson! I’m taking him with me today!” At first, I thought she was joking. After all, I didn’t even know her son. But in front of all the guests, she held up a paternity test and publicly accused me. “This shameless woman has been sleeping with my son all along and even gave birth to my grandson! But now, she dares to be with another man? How disgusting!” Because of her accusations, my husband despised me. He threw me out of the house before my C-section wound had even healed. Rachel dragged me back to her home despite my protests, forcing me to serve her entire family. Whenever she was dissatisfied, she would beat me mercilessly. Under their torment, I died. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day before the party. ***** Memories flooded my mind, and I jolted upright in bed. Cold sweat clung to my back. I took deep breaths to steady myself. Looking around, I confirmed that nanny Rachel and her son Clark weren’t there, allowing me to relax slightly. Staring at the smooth skin in the mirror, I felt as if I had lived another lifetime. In my past life, Rachel had chained me to their house to confine my movements. Whenever I slacked off, I’d get relentless beatings. Under their coercion, I was forced into two pregnancies. But both of those innocent children died under their abuse. “Taylor, what’s wrong? You look so pale.” My husband, Andrew Smith, grasped my hand tightly with concern in his gaze. I turned to look at the calendar on the wall. The date was September 15. I realized that I had been reborn. I had returned to the day before the party for my son. Seeing my gentle and loving husband before me, I felt tears streamed down my face. I threw myself into his arms, wanting to say so much yet unable to form the words. I could only sob silently. He chuckled indulgently and wiped my tears with a tissue. “Oh dear, you’re already a mother, and our baby is about to turn one month old. How are you still such a crybaby?” His lighthearted words pulled me out of my turmoil. Tomorrow, Rachel would expose my son’s supposed paternity, using it to humiliate my family. Relatives would hurl insults at me, calling me a whore and a disgrace. My husband, who tried to defend me, would suffer alongside me. At the party, Andrew’s mother, Lauren, would slap me in front of everyone and curse, “You shameless woman! You had another man’s child and still expect my son to raise him? Get out! Divorce Andrew right now!” Andrew would plead with her, insisting that I wasn’t that kind of person. But Lauren would have him knocked unconscious and allow Rachel to take me away. To sever Andrew’s hopes of being with me, Lauren would preserve his sperm and then castrate him. She would arrange for him to marry a controlling woman, ensuring that his entire life remained under her thumb. Recalling our tragic fate, I took a deep breath. This time, I still had a chance. I wiped my tears and quickly turned to Andrew. “Honey, let’s go to the hospital.” He hesitated for a moment before responding, “Baby, you’re still recovering. Going out now isn’t safe, and you might catch a cold. Is it urgent? How about we ask Rachel to go in your place?”
Thinking about the terrifying Rachel, I felt fear surge through me like a tidal wave. “No, not her… It’s urgent.” Seeing my distress, Andrew wrapped me up tightly in warm layers before accompanying me outside. As we stepped out, we brushed past Rachel. The moment I saw her, memories of September 16 came flooding back, the day that dragged me from a life of happiness straight into hell. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth. I would never let history repeat itself. Just as I was about to get into the car, Rachel hurried over and said, “Ma’am, where are you going? Your body is still weak. You shouldn’t be running around. What if you catch something? Then people will say I’m not doing my job properly.” Sensing her approach, I quickly got into the car. This woman was the root of all my suffering. In my past life, I had stood before a hall full of guests, announcing my son’s situation and my plans to take him abroad. Then, Rachel stormed into the party hall with her crippled son, smashing decorations along the way. Standing below the stage, she pointed at me with an air of superiority. “Taylor, you gave birth to my son’s child, and now you dare to take my grandson away? My son was in a coma for just one year after his accident, and you already moved on to another man! You still expect me to take care of you?” The entire party hall fell silent, and people turned to watch the spectacle unfold. Even the host stepped aside. Seeing that all eyes were on her, Rachel lifted her chin like a proud rooster basking in attention. She marched onto the stage, snatched the microphone from the host, and declared, “I know you all think this is some kind of trick, but the truth is written on the paper. This party should have been hosted by our family, and this child belongs with us.” With that, she pulled a thick stack of DNA test copies from her pocket and scattered them across the hall. “Take a good look, everyone! The results show a 99.9% match between my son and this child. I’m taking my grandson home today, and I’m taking Taylor too!” Among the guests were several doctors, all waiting to verify the document. One of them stroked his chin before nodding. “This is indeed our hospital’s official seal. It cannot be fake.” As soon as he spoke, murmurs of gossip filled the room. “Taylor always seemed so decent. Who would have thought she was so loose?” “Andrew must have been tricked. He raised another man’s child, and his money is going straight into someone else’s pockets.” Rachel smirked in satisfaction. This was exactly what she wanted. Her son, Clark, yanked me into his arms, muttering, “Mom said we’re taking you home. You’re my wife.” Andrew tried to intervene, but Clark landed a punch squarely on his nose, causing blood to pour down his face. Lauren could not tolerate even the slightest blemish on her reputation. Rachel knew this weakness well. Tears streamed down Lauren’s face as she took the stage. “Taylor, my son got into that accident because he was saving you! He was in a coma for a year, which is why he never gave you a proper wedding. And now you betray him for another man? You even tried to give my grandson to someone else? If I hadn’t ordered this paternity test, we would all still be in the dark! Today, I demand justice!” Lauren’s face darkened, and she immediately called security to contain the chaos. I was still in shock. I had never even met her son before, so how could I have been pregnant with his child? I had never been intoxicated either. No matter what, it was impossible for me to have any connection with him. As I tried to make sense of the situation, Lauren slapped me across the face. I staggered and fell to the ground. My mother rushed forward and struck Lauren back. The party descended into utter chaos. Amid the uproar, someone covered my mouth and dragged me away, marking the beginning of my nightmare. Now, as I faced Rachel again, my body trembled uncontrollably. Andrew finished gathering our things and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” I stared at Rachel’s smiling face, but all I felt was bone-deep terror. “Nothing. Let’s go.” We drove toward the hospital, but I soon noticed a car trailing us. Taking a closer look, I realized that Rachel and Clark were sitting in the back seat.
When Andrew and I arrived at the hospital, Rachel also quietly followed us. While Andrew went to register me, she approached and blocked my way. “Mrs. Smith, you’re still recovering. It’s not convenient for you to be out and about. If you need anything, just let me handle it for you. Besides, my son is here too.” She reached for my wrist, trying to drag me toward the exit, while discreetly signaling to her son. “I’m doing this for your own good. If something happens to your body, having a second child will be difficult.” The sight of the pockmarks on her hand made my skin crawl. “Don’t touch me! Get away from me! If you try anything, I’ll call the police!” Rachel’s smiling expression instantly crumbled, and tears streamed down her face. “Do you know how hard it is for someone my age to find a job? I’ve been working for your family for so long. Even if I haven’t done great things, I’ve put in effort. I only care about your health, and what have I done wrong?” Watching her feigned distress, I felt nothing but a deep chill. She was like an aging venomous snake, baring its fangs at me. Suppressing my disgust, I shoved her away. “Isn’t your son sick? You should go home and take care of him. Andrew and I will find a new nanny. We are just employer and employee. Just do your job and stop meddling in my life.” Her glare darkened with resentment, though she quickly replaced it with a fake smile. “It’s fine. I was just worried about you, with your child’s party around the corner. My son had a child a month ago too, born on the exact same day as yours. It’s such a lovely baby. But his mother turned out to be a shameless woman who ran off with another man.” She looked at me with a knowing, sinister gaze as if she were appraising a cheap piece of merchandise. Her scrutiny made me uncomfortable, and a smug smile crept onto her face. I rolled my eyes. “Keep your family drama to yourself. It has nothing to do with me.” Rachel covered her mouth and let out a chuckle, her flabby body shaking with amusement. “Alright, alright, it has nothing to do with you. Then I’ll just wish you a successful party tomorrow. Mrs. Smith, I think it will be a truly unforgettable day.” The memory of that fateful event made rage burn in my chest. Every fiber of my being screamed for revenge. But I forced myself to hold back. It wasn’t time to expose her yet. Once I uncovered the full truth, I would make her pay. Just as I turned away, I fell into Andrew’s arms. He held me tightly, his voice soft. “Honey, everything’s done. Let’s go inside.” As we moved to join the queue, I noticed Rachel still standing where we left her. Annoyed, I clicked my tongue. Andrew followed my gaze and saw Rachel glaring at our intertwined hands. He frowned, “Rachel, there’s nothing left for you to do here. You should go home. Stop obsessing over our lives and mind your own business.” Rachel shot us a venomous look, her voice dripping with displeasure. “I’d like to see how long you two can stay this happy. It’s disgusting to see you guys like this. “You don’t even know who you’re really married to. You’re both blind. And now you’re all ganging up to bully me? Fine, I quit!” With that, she stormed off in anger, leaving Andrew and me standing there. Andrew was utterly confused. “Is Rachel insane? What kind of nanny talks to her employers like that?” I pulled Andrew into a corner and looked at him seriously. Seeing my grave expression, he immediately dropped his usual playful demeanor. His mind was open and adaptable, capable of accepting things that most people couldn’t. I told him the truth that I had been reborn. “At our son’s party, Rachel will bring her son to cause a scene. She’ll print out dozens of copies of a paternity test and hand them out to our relatives and friends. After that, they will take me away, and I will be beaten to death.” Tears streamed down Andrew’s face as he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “I don’t know if this is real or not, but I believe every word you say. So you came to the hospital today because you wanted to test the DNA between me and the baby, didn’t you?” Soon, our names appeared on the screen. We rushed to the doctor’s office, where he was in the process of stamping the paternity test results. “Andrew, the genetic relationship between you and your son Zachary is only one percent. This means he is not your biological son.” Before Andrew could respond, I abruptly stood up. “Doctor, is there any chance the test is wrong? Are the results absolutely accurate?” Andrew, visibly anxious, asked, “Could our baby have been switched? My wife has only ever been with me. How could this be possible?” The doctor gave him a sympathetic look and shook his head. “No. Swapping babies is a serious crime. Do you think we don’t have security cameras?” Patting Andrew’s shoulder, he spoke in a measured, solemn tone, “The margin of error for this test is practically nonexistent. The child is indeed not yours.” I turned to Andrew, completely lost. I had always been faithful and never had late nights out. How could I have conceived Clark’s child? Had Rachel really switched my baby? No, that was impossible. Hospitals were covered in surveillance, and the paternity test couldn’t be faked either. To prevent the past from repeating itself, I told Andrew, “Let’s cancel the party tomorrow.” We agreed immediately and announced the cancellation that same night. But fate could not be avoided. The next day, Rachel arrived at our home with her crippled son. She held a thick stack of papers in her hands and flung them through our doorway. “Take a good look at what kind of woman you’ve let into your home. I suggest you return my grandson to me as soon as possible. And Taylor, she belongs to my son!” With that, she clenched her fists, preparing to take me away. Her sinister expression sent chills through my body. Clark stared at me without blinking and silently mouthed a threat. Rachel added, “If you don’t come home with me, I’ll expose your crimes to the whole world.”
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