Age Swap Story Novels & Stories

“Do not let anyone find out what happened. You can introduce yourself as Sofia, we just told them we had a daughter but we didn’t inform them about her.” I nodded. “Pretend,” was the only other word my father could say before the door got pulled open. He retraced his hand then slipped open. I reached for the door handle beside me, pushed the door open and climbed down. I had to turn around the car before I met them. I stood few inches apart, trying to not make the gap between us too noticeable. An older man stood with a wide smile. His eyes lightened up when he saw me. He held out his hand and I took it.

Back then, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. I then sent the money back to Rose, and we quickly got back together. Was she trying to use this as some kind of compensation for me, again? She seemed to have forgotten that for someone who had been hurt, gestures like this never meant anything—they only eased the giver's conscience. Without hesitation, I transferred the money back. Almost immediately, the transfer failed—Rose had closed the account. I was wondering what to do next when a friend messaged me. We ended up chatting for a while, and by the time we were done, it was late. I let it slip from my mind.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.