My husband’s mother, Eloise Fowler, and I, Hazel Wilson, became pregnant almost simultaneously and gave birth via C-section on the same day, each delivering a baby boy. However, Eloise’s son Henry Fowler died unexpectedly in infancy. Heartbroken, she poured all her love into my son Jasper Fowler. Shortly after Jasper officially took over the company, Stephen and I died in a rafting accident. After death, my soul remained by Jasper’s side. Yet I witnessed him kneeling before Eloise, calling her “Mom”! Only then did I realize that the son I had painstakingly raised for twenty years had been secretly switched by Eloise! When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Eloise and I both had our C-sections. ***** My husband Stephen Fowler and I drowned in the rapids. After death, my soul didn’t dissipate but returned to Jasper’s side. I watched him solemnly hold our funeral. But as soon as the funeral ended, he said impatiently, “Those two are finally dead. This time it finally worked!” I was stunned. Was he talking about Stephen and me? Jasper stared at our portraits with pure hatred in his eyes, making my heart clench. I didn’t understand why he would hate us. We were his biological parents who had devoted over twenty years of our lives to raising him, even naming him as the beneficiary on all our insurance policies! Just then, Eloise cautiously approached and asked Jasper, “Will the police suspect this has anything to do with us?” Jasper gave her a reassuring look: “Don’t worry, I handled this cleanly. Besides, the accident report is already in—it’s ruled as accidental death. They just had bad luck.” I was shocked. So Stephen’s and my deaths weren’t accidents, but were orchestrated by our most beloved son! I couldn’t help but recall that ever since Jasper inherited the family business, Stephen and I had frequently encountered “accidents,” though we’d narrowly escaped each time. This time, he had also suggested the family rafting trip. The rope snapped, and Stephen and I were swept away by the rapids to our deaths. Why would he do this? Before I could think further, I saw Jasper kneel before Eloise, crying as he called out, “Mom! I can finally call you Mom openly! All these years you’ve suffered, having to watch me call other people Mom and Dad!” Eloise also had tears in her eyes as she held Jasper tightly: “The Fowler family fortune should stay with our own family. I couldn’t let it fall into outsiders’ hands.” Seeing this scene, I finally understood everything. Years ago, after Eloise’s husband John Fowler died suddenly of a brain hemorrhage, she discovered she was pregnant, ten days ahead of me. Stephen and I both advised her to terminate the pregnancy, but she knelt before us, crying that if we wanted her to abort the child, she’d rather die right then and there. Unable to persuade her otherwise, we let her have the baby. Since Eloise was an older mother and had always treated me well, during her pregnancy we provided the best nutrition and premium care, never missing a beat. We even arranged for her to stay with me at a high-end maternity center costing tens of thousands of dollars per day. From their conversation, I learned that Stephen wasn’t actually John and Eloise’s biological son. To control the family fortune, Eloise had risked the dangers of being an older mother to bear her biological son and switched him with our child. Fearing exposure and wanting her son to naturally inherit all the love and attention, she cruelly killed my biological son, then pretended to be devastated while coming to our home to care for that “replacement.” This meant that Henry, who died in infancy over twenty years ago, was actually my biological son! And the child I had raised with such dedication was someone else’s son, who had personally orchestrated Stephen’s and my deaths! I wanted nothing more than to rush forward and kill this mother-son pair! But the next second, everything went dark before my eyes.
When I woke up, Eloise was standing beside my bed, chattering away: “Hazel, thank goodness for you and Stephen. When I was carrying Stephen at Christmas, how could I have afforded a C-section at such a nice hospital like this! If John knew, he’d be so happy.” I realized I had been reborn, back to the day when Eloise and I were both scheduled for C-sections. Perhaps the hatred in my eyes was too obvious, because Eloise froze for a moment and asked cautiously, “Hazel, what’s wrong?” Stephen, who had been cheering me on from the side, also spoke up with concern: “Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?” Although hatred was surging in my heart at that moment, after all, nothing had happened yet. I thought for a moment, speculating that the baby swap must have taken place immediately after the C-section was completed. Because the hospital had arranged private rooms afterward, it would be difficult for her to find another opportunity. I suppressed my emotions, composed myself, and smiled at Eloise: “We’re family, after all. The baby in your belly is Stephen’s little brother. You’re taking such a big risk to bring him into this world – it’s only right that we take care of you!” Then I turned to Stephen and said softly, “Stephen, I need to use the restroom. Could you come with me? Let Eloise go to the delivery room first.” Stephen didn’t suspect anything and helped me up to walk to the bathroom. Along the way, Eloise kept staring at my belly, her eyes filled with determination. After hearing the nurse outside call for Eloise to enter the delivery room, I immediately grabbed Stephen’s hand and said, “Stephen, I think what they say online makes sense. I don’t want a C-section anymore. Let’s wait until full term and have a natural birth instead!” Stephen looked confused: “Didn’t you say before that you wanted to have the C-section with Mom? So you two could keep each other company?” I felt disgusted. If it weren’t for Eloise constantly whispering in my ear that natural birth was much more painful than C-sections and carried the risk of difficult labor, I never would have listened to her and agreed to have a C-section on the same day as her. I couldn’t directly tell Stephen that I had been reborn – that would be too absurd. I also didn’t dare try to switch the babies back after delivery, fearing that Eloise might harm the child again. The safest approach right now was to separate our deliveries, so she wouldn’t have the chance to swap the babies. Besides, my due date was still early – I had only moved it up to give birth on the same day as her. Although Stephen was puzzled, he still agreed to my request. After some complications, I finally left the hospital. On the way home, I ordered several cameras online, just in case. However, as soon as I reached the front door, I was stunned. “Eloise, here’s the nutritious meal I just prepared. Please try it.” Emma Hill, the nanny Stephen had hired to take care of me, was now enthusiastically serving Eloise dinner. And Eloise’s belly was still prominently rounded – she obviously hadn’t given birth yet.
Seeing Stephen and me return, Emma quickly turned and rushed into the kitchen, bringing out utensils to set the table for us. “Hazel, you’re back. Come try the nutritious meal I made.” I walked over and sat down at the table. Eloise pursed her lips with slight displeasure. “Hazel, you changed your mind about giving birth and didn’t even tell me. I was already on the operating table when I found out you weren’t going through with it. I said this won’t do, so I’m not having the surgery either.” “I’m not trying to criticize you, but you don’t trust the doctor you found yourself, yet you left me stranded at the hospital. What were you thinking?” Eloise continued to scold. Stephen quickly stepped in to explain for me: “How could Hazel possibly harm you?” Seeing Stephen take my side, Eloise’s mouth turned down in displeasure. “Stephen, I’m carrying your father’s child—your little brother!” I let out a cold laugh: “I was planning on a natural birth all along. You were the one who kept persuading me to have a C-section on the same day as you. Now that I don’t want to go through with it, what’s wrong with that?” Eloise’s face turned pale with anger, her finger pointing at me as her voice trembled: “What do you mean I pressured you? I was doing this for your own good! Natural birth is so troublesome—you changed your mind at the last minute and now you think you’re in the right!” Stephen quickly positioned himself between us, playing peacemaker while gently patting her back to calm her down: “You’ve misunderstood. The doctor actually recommends that Hazel wait until her due date for a natural birth, which is why we decided against the C-section and left the hospital.” Hearing that I wasn’t planning on a C-section anymore, Eloise’s eyes widened as she began trying to persuade me: “When I had Stephen at Christmas, it was also by C-section. Look how smart and tall he is now. You should listen to my experience!” Emma chimed in as well: “That’s right, Hazel. Natural birth isn’t as great as people think. Look how many women have massive hemorrhages during difficult deliveries—it’s so dangerous!” I interrupted them somewhat impatiently: “The doctor already said they recommend natural birth. Are you more professional than the doctors? Besides, how I give birth is my own business. If you prefer C-sections, go ahead and have one. I’m not doing it!” I set down my utensils with a heavy thud, staring coldly at Eloise: “If you think the doctor I chose isn’t professional enough, then go back to the countryside to give birth!” Eloise opened her mouth, momentarily speechless, finally managing only: “I’m just looking out for you.” If I hadn’t experienced my previous life, I might have believed her. There are always people in this world who do harmful things under the guise of “doing it for your own good.” What’s more, Eloise never had good intentions from the start. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and said coldly: “I want to rest now. If there’s nothing else, have Stephen take you home.” Eloise, apparently plotting something else, looked at Stephen with feigned difficulty: “Look, I’m about to give birth, and living in the countryside is too far from the hospital—it’s just not convenient. How about I stay here with you and Hazel for the next few days?” I immediately understood her plan. She wanted to freeload at my house so she could continue pressuring me into having a C-section, thereby carrying out her baby-switching scheme. I firmly refused: “No way. If you get hurt while staying here, I’ll be the one to blame…” Eloise looked aggrieved: “Hazel, what are you saying? Don’t you consider me family anymore?” Seeing my resolute attitude, she turned to Stephen and tried to persuade him: “Stephen, hiring two nannies is too expensive. Now that I’m staying with you, Emma can take care of both of us, and you’ll save money. Isn’t that better?” Before Stephen could respond, I spoke up again: “Money isn’t the issue. If necessary, you should stay at the hospital. It’s safer and more convenient. I’m thinking about the baby in your belly!” Stephen also agreed with my suggestion: “Yeah, Mom, you’re due soon. It’s better to stay at the hospital.” But the next second, Eloise, with her big belly, sat down directly on the floor. Stephen and I were both startled. She was completely disregarding the baby in her belly! Stephen rushed forward to help her up, but she grabbed his hand and cried while shouting: “John, look at your son! He wants me to sleep outside with this big belly! I’m at such an advanced age and worked so hard to carry your youngest son, but Stephen is treating us like this. I don’t want to live anymore!” I finally witnessed what those unreasonable, troublesome relatives on TV were like. Stephen couldn’t bear it after all, and his tone softened: “Alright, Mom, Hazel is pregnant and in a bad mood. Don’t hold it against her. Just stay here!” Upon hearing this, Eloise immediately changed her expression, smiling as she took Stephen’s hand and stood up, her face full of smiles, as if the unreasonable tantrum from moments before had never happened. She said: “How could I hold anything against you? We’re family!” Over the next few days, Eloise did exactly as I expected, nagging in my ear every day, trying to convince me to have a C-section. I completely ignored her words. After all, her due date was earlier than mine. If we kept this standoff going, she would definitely give birth before me. While she and Emma were taking their afternoon nap, I secretly installed hidden surveillance cameras throughout the house. Now that Stephen had let them move in, I had to be on guard. Days passed, and I finally waited for the day Eloise went into labor. Emma helped the pale-faced Eloise into the living room, shouting anxiously: “Hazel, Eloise seems to be going into labor. Quick, call an ambulance.” I got up to dial, when a terrible thought suddenly occurred to me. At this moment, Eloise’s face was deathly pale, clutching her belly in pain, with amniotic fluid flowing down her legs onto the floor. If I found an excuse to delay getting her medical help at this moment, would she and the baby in her belly be in danger? But then I thought, Emma was still there, so she wouldn’t just ignore Eloise. Before I could think further, Emma saw that I wasn’t moving and suddenly let go of Eloise’s hand, rushing to make the phone call for an ambulance. As she passed by me, she slipped and fell straight toward me. I couldn’t dodge in time and was knocked heavily to the ground. The severe abdominal pain made me lose consciousness instantly. Before my consciousness faded, I saw Eloise in the distance with a triumphant smile at the corner of her mouth. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. I instinctively reached for my belly—it was empty! Stephen was keeping watch by the bedside. Seeing me wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief: “Emma said you accidentally fell at home, and then you and Mom both had C-sections. The baby has been born and is very healthy.” I frowned, thinking: Did I fall by myself, or was I pushed? I was so shocked at the time that I couldn’t remember clearly. The most urgent thing now was to confirm whether the baby had been switched. I asked Stephen: “Where’s the baby?” Stephen walked over to my bedside carrying the baby. I took just one look and nearly fainted again. This familiar little face was Eloise’s child Jasper, not my son Henry! In the end, the baby had still been switched!
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