Reborn: Getting Back My Real Son
In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing.
But twenty-five years later, the tables turned.
My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world.
My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security.
"Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you."
Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life.
When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies.
This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face.
"From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"