Cheated of My Child, I Rewrite Fate
My son, Ryan Fischer, gets into a car accident and urgently requires a blood transfusion. I get on my knees and beg my widowed sister-in-law, Serena Lowe, to donate her blood to him. However, my husband, Neil Fischer, stops me.
"You can't use Serena's blood, because she's Ryan's actual biological mother," he says.
I fail to understand the meaning behind his words.
"Although Serena helps me take care of Ryan, he's still my child in the end!" I argue.
After a momentary silence, Serena kneels before me.
She reveals, "Now that things have come to this, I won't keep you in the dark any longer. Your actual son was smothered to death right after birth. Ryan is Neil's and my biological child.
"We had you raise him because your family is well-off. They are capable of providing Ryan with a good education and job opportunities."
I'm dumbfounded. I tug on the hem of Neil's shirt and beg him to tell me that Serena's lying, only to be coldly shaken off.
He declares, "If not for this sudden turn of events, we would have kept this secret until your dying day."
Consumed by rage, I suffer a sudden heart attack. And yet, Neil and Serena proceed to sign a Do-Not-Resuscitate order. Instead of saving me, they wheel me off to provide Ryan with a blood transfusion.
As I lie on a hospital bed, dying in agony, their family hugs each other tearfully right next door.
"That woman got exactly what she deserved. We can finally be openly reunited."
When I next open my eyes, I find that I have returned to the moment before I gave birth.