After My Husband Switched Our Babies, I Destroyed His Legacy

My child had just been born when he was rushed to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit due to a congenital disorder. While others urged me to give up, only my husband, Matheo Washington, stood by my side.

“This is our child, a little life. No matter what, we can't abandon him.”

However, when I went to the ICU to visit my baby, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Matheo and the doctor.

“Mr. Washington, aren’t you worried that your wife will find out about the baby switch?”

“If I don’t switch the babies, do you think Livia would agree to let her child donate bone marrow to Stephanie’s child?”

“If she hadn’t ended up in my bed, Stephanie would have been Mrs. Washington. Let her child atone for her own sins!”

Later, during the bone marrow donation surgery, the child tragically passed away. I left behind divorce papers and walked away, never expecting Matheo to lose his mind afterward.

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“Miss Tucker, based on the biological samples you provided, we can confirm that this child has no genetic relation to you.”

Hearing the doctor's words felt like being struck by lightning; I stood frozen in shock, my face going ghostly pale. Three days earlier, Stephanie Marshall had accidentally pushed me down the stairs, causing a preterm birth. It felt like I’d walked through the gates of hell during childbirth.

But just after I gave birth, my husband, Matheo Washington, told me, “The baby has a congenital disorder and has been rushed to the ICU.”

“But... the doctors say he needs a bone marrow transplant.”

Matheo’s eyes were full of conflict as he spoke, “Livia, finding a suitable bone marrow donor is incredibly difficult, but the child Stephanie just gave birth to is a perfect match.”

He took my hand, trembling with excitement, “Stephanie explained it was an accident, pushing you.”

“If you agree, I’ll have her child donate bone marrow as an apology.”

But how could Stephanie’s actions have been unintentional? She’d been involved with Matheo for years. Three years ago, after a spiked drink, I accidentally ended up in Matheo’s room. People said I orchestrated the whole thing, that I climbed into his bed on purpose. Stephanie believed I had stolen the man she loved and constantly fought against me. It was only after we married that I realized the person in his heart was my sister, Stephanie.

But now, none of that mattered; after all, it was a part of me. Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and nodded, “Okay.”

Until I went to the ICU to visit the child and saw Matheo’s demeanor change as he discussed plans with the doctor.

“Leave this illegitimate child in the hospital, and once Stephanie’s child recovers, send him to an orphanage.”

“Mr. Washington, aren’t you afraid your wife will find out about the baby switch?”

“I promised Stephanie; her child is meant to be the heir of my family.”

“If I don’t switch the babies, do you think Livia would willingly let her child donate bone marrow to Stephanie’s child?”

“If it weren’t for her ending up in my bed, Stephanie would be in Livia’s place.”

“As long as this child exists, I can’t forget the shame Livia brought me by ending up in my bed.”

A chilling sensation ran through me, my eyes welling up, a deep pain twisting in my heart. It turned out that throughout our marriage, Matheo’s love was nothing but a facade. It was all to pave the way for my dear sister, Stephanie!

It had all been premeditated, even my premature labor. The husband I trusted the most switched our children just to save his mistress’s illegitimate child. No wonder Stephanie, who was always at odds with me, suddenly showed such kindness and volunteered to help my child. They had been plotting against me and my child from the very beginning.