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Ethan had informed the Procter family prior to this. Wendell was a loving man. He didn't meet other women after his wife's demise. That was also the reason that led him to excessively indulge in Alexander. Now, he finally learned the truth—his real son was swapped and had been lost for many years. When he met the tall and built man before him, he couldn't believe that it was his son. Wayne took after him, but his eyes were similar to his wife's—proud and rebellious. "You…"

"Pushing me… into this little bit of water... won't drown me!" However, deep down, I had already rolled my eyes all the way to the back of my head. [I can't believe she tried to drown me in a "real vs. fake heiress" trope. I was a swimming champion in a previous world. Besides, I could spot this amateur scheme of hacking the security system, staging an accident, and playing the victim with my eyes closed!] I spun the digital tablet around to face them, and there it was—the surveillance footage from just moments ago playing in crisp detail.

Derek moved her straight into our newly renovated house—the one we hadn't even spent a night in together—and put her up in the master bedroom. Now it was basically "Riley's place." My phone buzzed with a message stating that the marriage license appointment was canceled. I also received another message: a text from someone else, with a screenshot of a new appointment confirmation. [Three days. County clerk's office. See you there.] I smiled. Genuinely this time. Me: [Yeah. See you there.] The ballroom lights went dark, and I walked out slowly into the blackness. They could keep the "unforgettable" wedding.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

and "Switched-at-Birth Heiress Scandal" Yara sat there with a carefully crafted no-makeup look, tearfully telling her story. "I'm the one who was switched at birth. I'm the real victim here. A fake heiress took over the first 20 years of my life. After I finally made it through, my so-called best friend took my place. "My parents favor Sarah, but why is someone claiming my identity treated better than me? If they didn't love me, why did they bring me into this world? I couldn't get justice from the Walton family, so I'm asking everyone online to help me reclaim it."

"Hailey controls the narrative. She's sympathetic. Wounded. The wronged wife defending her family." "And you?" "I'm the villain. The homewrecker. The obsessed ex-wife trying to steal a child." I laughed bitterly. "That's the story people believe. Because it's easier than the truth." "The truth that Claire Hoss committed crimes?" "The truth that sounds too crazy to be real." I looked at my hands. "Baby swaps don't happen in real life. Not in expensive Manhattan hospitals. Not orchestrated by billionaires. That's fiction." "But it's NOT fiction! It happened to you!"

I offered them a curt smile, sharp enough to cut glass, then turned to the priest, refusing to let my gaze so much as graze Maverick. “Shall I speak?” I asked quietly. “W-well, of course you can,” the priest stammered. I drew in a breath. “Six months ago, my baby was swapped at birth with Bianca—the bride’s—baby. This entire wedding is standing on a lie, built on the belief that the child she carries is his.” I gestured toward Maverick without looking at him. Color drained from Bianca’s face. “So why should this wedding hold when the child isn’t even with the right mother?”

Judy Cassatt was too delighted that her voice came out loud and sharp. Everyone in the room froze. Nate Kieran, 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.

I finally asked. "Why not tonight? Let's just rip the bandaid off, get it over with, and hope we can move on with our lives. Otherwise the rest of the trip is guaranteed to be awkward and unpleasant." NIGHT 4: The Swap So that's how I found myself, no more than four hours later, lying on a cot, getting ready to spend the night with one of my wife's best friends. It was surreal. We had deliberately waited until everyone else in the camp had retired to their cots, not wanting to draw attention to the partner swap that was about to occur. There was no cloud cover, so it wasn't quite as dark as the night before. The stars were out, at least those that weren't blocked by the towering canyon walls

She kept babbling wildly, "No… It can't be! I swapped it… This wasn't supposed to happen! Wait, I'm the real Zeller heiress! Me!" I watched with a faint smile as the guards tightened their grip and hauled her out. My silence told her everything. Shirley had been behind the swap, but eventually, I came out on top. Karl and Emma were worried I might be upset because of the misunderstanding, so they quickly tried to reassure me. "Lene, don't take it to heart. We'll throw another party for you in a few days. Don't worry. You won't have to go through something like this again."