Chapter 1

"Charles, from now on you need to listen to Mommy. Don't cling to your Aunt Wendy anymore."

My husband, Jason Hubert, looked at me. His eyes flickered, but there wasn't a trace of guilt or unease.

My son peeked out from Lindsay's arms and glanced at me cautiously. Then, in a clear little voice, he called out, "Aunt Wendy."

Those words landed right in the center of my chest. A sharp, throbbing ache spread under my ribs.

Lindsay walked up to my hospital bed, her voice thick with disapproval.

"Wendy, Jason and I are already so busy with work. We asked you to help take care of Charles, and you couldn't even do that right?

"Thank goodness Charles is fine. If something had happened to him, could you have taken responsibility? Honestly, what can you do properly?"

The moment she finished, the woman I'd always tiptoed around—my own birth mother—immediately chimed in.

"Lindsay, don't be so hard on her. After all, she doesn't have Wheeler blood. She's not like you—excellent at everything since you were little. I guess this is just how things were meant to be."

She sighed, then took Lindsay's hand, her eyes full of affection.

My heart froze over.

I was the Wheeler family's real daughter. Lindsay was the nanny's daughter—the one who stole over twenty years of my life.

Back then, to give her own daughter a better future, the nanny secretly switched us at birth.

I grew up by her side. She'd beat and scold me at the drop of a hat, repeating the same thing over and over, "Look at Lindsay—that's what a real young lady looks like. You're not even worthy of carrying her shoes. Stay in your lane!"

When the truth finally came out, I was brought back to the Wheeler family.

I thought my suffering was over. I never imagined my own mother, believing I'd lost my memory, would cast me aside so easily.

"Wendy, are you even listening to me?"

Jason's voice pulled me back. His tone was ice-cold.

"Charles already said it—you were looking at your phone while driving, which is why you crashed into the guardrail. It's a good thing he was wearing his seat belt. What if something had happened? Is this how an aunt should act?"

I stared at my son in disbelief.

At the moment of the crash, I'd instinctively jerked the wheel hard to the right, slamming my side into the guardrail. I'd pulled him tight against me, shielding him with my own body.

My forehead hit the steering wheel. Glass cut into my arm. He wasn't hurt at all.

And now, the child I'd risked my life to protect was using his tender little voice to tell the cruelest lie.

"I didn't!"

I struggled to sit up, tugging at my wounds. Pain tore through me, and I gasped sharply.

"Do children lie?"

Jason's voice rose suddenly, the disgust in his eyes nearly swallowing me whole.

"Wendy, how did I never realize you were this shameless? You lie without even blinking!"

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, forcing a bitter smile.

"Why wouldn't he lie? He's very good at it."

Lindsay let out a fake gasp.

"Wendy, how can you say that about Charles? He's just a child! Are you trying to put Charles in danger on purpose so you can take all the Wheeler and Hubert family assets for yourself?"

What kind of ridiculous logic was that?

My mother's face darkened instantly. She pointed at me and snapped, "Wendy! Let me make this clear—don't you dare entertain such delusions! Stay in your lane!"