When she said it, maybe because she was too delighted, my sister's voice came out loud and sharp. Everyone in the room froze.My husband stood right beside me, and the moment he heard her, rage shot straight through him."What street thug? Who are you cursing?" he snapped.But I only stared at the soft, warm child in my arms, my mind drifting. I had actually been reborn—reborn on the very day my sister switched our babies.In my previous life, she coveted the millions my husband and I would one day leave behind. So she secretly swapped our sons.She had calculated every step. My husband and I were both high earners, living far better than she ever did.And she and I had never gotten along. By switching the children, she could make me raise her son for free, while taking out her resentment by abusing mine whenever she pleased.After her son inherited our wealth, she planned to present a DNA report, reunite their "family," and enjoy a beautiful life.But reality never played out
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