Swapped at Birth

This wasn’t the first time Marissa had brought this up.I placed a small piece of chicken on Mia’s plate. “Mom, why are you bringing this up again? Mia’s still young; there’s no rush. Everything we have will belong to her, anyway.” Marissa had always preferred boys. However, ever since Mia was born, she’d stopped talking about having a grandson entirely. “A girl needs something to fall back on,” Marissa muttered with clear disapproval. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Of course, I appreciated her care for Mia, but her sudden change in attitude always felt a bit off. “Mom, come on. Do you think I’d ever shortchange Mia? She’s my daughter.” I meant it as a light joke, but Marissa’s face turned sour instantly. Sensing the tension, Daniel jumped in to defuse the situation. “All right, Mom, we’ll handle it ourselves. Don’t worry about it.” “Honey, Mia’s got rice on her chin. Go ahead and wipe her up.” I grabbed a napkin and wiped Mia’s face like I’d done countless tim

Daniel was clearly caught off guard and stood frozen, his nose smudged with frosting, and a conspicuous lipstick mark on his cheek. “Honey! W-what are you doing back? I thought you wouldn’t be home until Monday!” He stumbled through his words.I let out a snort. “Daniel, don’t you think you owe me an explanation? Why are you and Mia here in Claudia’s house?” His face turned crimson, and I could see the wheels turning as he scrambled for an excuse. Spying the half-eaten cake on the table, his eyes lit up. “Well, uh, you were out of town, and it’s Mia’s birthday. So I thought we’d celebrate with her Aunt Claudia. It’s more fun with more people, you know?” The sheer absurdity of his excuse only fueled my anger. I clenched my jaw, glaring at him. “You better hope that’s true.” Daniel’s nervousness deepened as he glanced at me, his voice faltering. “Honey, you’re not… You don’t think…” Before he could finish, I heard a faint sound from down the hall. “Thump, thump, thump.”W

I walked toward Mia and extended my hand. "Let’s go home." However, the little girl lunged forward and sank her teeth into my hand. "It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! Give me back my mommy and daddy!" she wailed. I yelped in pain and quickly pulled my hand away, blood already trickling from the bite mark. Before I could recover, Mia charged at me again, trying to bite me. This time, I shoved her to the ground. I let out a bitter laugh. "Ha! I almost forgot. You’re just another ungrateful little wolf raised under my roof.""Good heavens! What’s going on here?" Marissa shuffled out of her house, dumbfounded as she took in the chaotic scene in front of her. She glanced between her granddaughter sitting on the ground crying and Finn clinging to me for dear life. Her wrinkled face twitched. "Why are you holding that little bastard? Your own daughter is crying on the ground, and you’re just standing there? Go comfort her!" she barked at me. Bastard? My son, Finn, was

Daniel’s so-called repentance was as hollow as his promises had always been. He was just afraid of losing his wealth and freedom. Even if his apologies were genuine, it wouldn’t matter. I could never forgive what he did to Finn. With the divorce papers signed under duress, I walked out of the police station feeling lighter. "Finn is so adorable!" At the Taylor Corporation Headquarters.A group of my colleagues cooed over Finn, who blushed furiously and buried his face in my shoulder. Watching my son grow more confident and cheerful each day, I finally felt the weight in my heart begin to lift. "Sophie! Oh, my sweet daughter, you’ve finally shown up!" A shrill voice pierced the air.Marissa, disheveled and wearing tattered clothes, pushed against the security guards. Beside her stood Mia, just as filthy. When Marissa saw me glance their way, their wailing grew louder. "Look at your daughter! Sophie, we haven’t eaten in three days!" she sobbed, shoving Mia forward.