Reborn: I Switched My Own Child
After being reborn, the first thing I did was switch my newborn daughter.
In my previous life, soon after she was born, a blood test showed her type was AB. But mine was B, and my husband's was O—there was absolutely no way we could have an AB-type child.
My husband flew into a rage and demanded a paternity test on the spot. To everyone's shock, the results proved she was biologically related to me, but not to him.
He slapped me hard across the face, his voice trembling with disappointment. "I've always treated you well. I only ever loved you—and this is how you repay me?"
My mother-in-law wailed and cursed me for cheating, accusing me of bearing another man's child to steal their family fortune.
I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone who the father of my child was—how could she possibly not be my husband's?
In no time, everyone turned against me. They called me a cheater, a tramp. My husband divorced me and went online to play the victim, stirring up a storm of hate and harassment that never seemed to end.
With nowhere to go and no one left to believe me, I took my baby in my arms and jumped from a building. Even in death, I couldn't make sense of it all.
And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter was born.