My Sister Switches My Child for Another

Bianca and I were sisters, yet I was always forced to give way to her. Whether it was new clothes or toys, Bianca always got first pick. I even had to settle for the man she had rejected as my husband.

"Mom, what if Zachary isn't really my child?" I asked quietly.

Mom froze for a moment before quickly composing herself. "How could he not be? Besides, you've raised him for all these years. You'd develop feelings even for a pet dog after that long. Could you really watch him die?"

Looking at Mom's expression, a sudden realization hit me. "So, you've known all along that Zachary isn't my biological child?"

Mom's face fell instantly, and she tried to deny it. However, the more guilty someone felt, the louder they tried to prove their innocence.

I stood there, stunned, as the weight of it all crashed down on me. The grief overwhelmed my entire body down to my bones as I cried out, "Why? Why would you all do this to me?"

"Daniella, what's wrong with you?" Mom snapped, her brows furrowed. "Even if Zachary isn't your biological child, he's still our family's only heir. His condition is this severe because of your negligence. Now, hand over the money before I take it by force."

She lunged for my purse, signaling Bianca and Jason to help her. I swung my purse wildly like a mad woman, screaming and fighting back.

However, I could not fight off three people at once, and they managed to steal all my cash and bank cards. I got scratched up during the struggle, though they did not fare much better.

"You're insane! How could I have given birth to something like you?" Mom cursed in rage.

When I got home, my face was already streaked with tears. I could not even remember when I had started crying.

Cassie ran over and held my hand, saying softly, "Aunt Dani, don't cry."

I wiped my tears away and nodded firmly. "You're right, I won't cry."

Although the truth was cruel, at least in this life, Cassie was still alive. I carried her to the couch and took out a DNA test report, telling her that I was her real mother.

Watching her confused expression, I patiently explained everything. Thankfully, Cassie was a bright child and seemed to understand.

She stared at me for a long time after I finished. Just when I feared she might reject me, a sweet, gentle voice broke the silence.