My Son's Blood Type Led To My Divorce

I had anemia, so getting pregnant was not easy for me.

My husband and I tried for ten years, and we finally had a son.

When our son turned eight, he got into a car accident.

The doctor said that he needed a blood transfusion, but his blood type was A. Both my husband and I were type O.

My husband started to suspect that the child was not his and did a paternity test right away. The result showed that the boy really was not his son.

I could not believe it and asked for another test, but the result was the same.

My mother-in-law accused me of cheating and called me horrible names.

My husband asked for a divorce and told me to leave with nothing except my son.

We were kicked out of the house and ended up living in a cave in the mountains.

A sudden rainstorm caused a landslide, and my son and I were buried alive inside.

After I died, my spirit stayed near my husband. I heard him talking on the phone. “Don’t worry. I made her leave with nothing. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.”

It turned out he had been seeing another woman for a while and had planned everything to make me leave with nothing except my son.

What I could not figure out was how he managed to fake the paternity test in front of everyone.

Luckily, I returned to the past.

I woke up on the day of my son’s car accident.

“Willa, how dare you cheat on me?!”

He shoved me hard against the wall.

My husband, Mason York, loomed over me. His face was full of anger.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you feeling guilty?

“That child is about to die, and your lover hasn’t even come to check on him!”

I could hardly believe that I was hearing the same old accusations.

I had returned to the past!

In my past life, my son, Yulian York, got into a car accident and was rushed to the emergency room.

That was when we discovered something shocking. Our son’s blood type was A.

My husband and I were both type O, so there was no way we could have had a child with type A blood.

Mason accused me of cheating without any proof.

He did not care that Yulian was still in the emergency room. He wanted to rush in and drag him out for a paternity test.

When the results came back, I could not believe them.

Even after testing at five different hospitals, every report said the same thing. Mason was not Yulian’s father.

For a moment, I thought maybe my son had been switched with another baby when he was born.

But when I saw how much Yulian resembled me and read the report confirming we were mother and son, I had no choice but to accept it.

Still, until the day I died, I never understood it.

I had never betrayed Mason.

It was only after I died that I unexpectedly learned the truth.

From the day of Yulian’s accident, I had fallen into Mason’s trap.

Everything he did was meant to make me leave with nothing and clear the way for his mistress.

I still did not know how Mason had switched the paternity reports in front of everyone.

But this time, I would make sure his scheme failed for sure.

The burning pain on my face brought me back to reality.

Mason saw me freeze and tried to slap me again.

I clutched his hand and said, “Mason, watch your mouth!

“You have no proof, so you can’t accuse me!”

Mason snorted.

“Proof? That child is proof enough!

“My mother used to say the child doesn’t look anything like me, but I didn’t believe her. Now, you are telling me this is a medical miracle? Two type O parents produced a type A child?”