Reborn: I Switched My Own Child

The Trap Replays

After the checkup, I carried the baby back to the ward. Not long after, Jensen arrived with his mother, carrying dinner. "Roxy, I made you some chicken soup. Come—drink it while it's hot."

As soon as he opened the thermos, the rich aroma of chicken soup filled the room. Jensen handed me a bowl with a smile. "If you like it, I'll bring it every day. Don't ever feel bad about asking for anything. My salary card's with you—buy whatever you want."

He looked at me tenderly, his gaze full of affection and concern. The other mothers in the ward couldn't help but glance over in envy.

"A man who dotes on his wife like that is rare these days. He earns money and takes care of his family."

"So lucky. With a husband like that, life must be easy. She can just stay home and raise the baby."

"Unlike my husband—he insists we split every expense down to the last dollar."

I glanced at Jensen, who met my eyes with that same sincere, glowing look—the perfect picture of a devoted husband. In my past life, he had fooled everyone with this same act, painting himself as the innocent, loving man while destroying me behind the scenes. Everyone had believed him.

This time, I wasn't going to play along. I set down my spoon and let out a cold laugh. "Give it a rest. You didn't even make this soup—it's takeout you ordered with my family card. You pretend to be generous by handing over your salary card, but every single thing I buy gets questioned like an interrogation. Even if I spend two dollars on bread, you demand an explanation. And when your mother bullies me, all you ever say is to 'let it go.' Don't kid yourself—you've never really cared about me."

The women who had been praising him now turned their suspicious eyes toward Jensen.

He hadn't expected my outburst and stared at me in shock, pretending to look hurt. "Honey, what are you talking about?"

Before I could answer, a nurse came in holding several medical forms. Jensen seized the opportunity like a lifeline and hurried over. "Let me see the baby's test results."

His mother crowded in behind him, while I was subtly left standing aside. Watching the two of them huddled together, an uneasy feeling twisted in my gut.

A moment later, Jensen's eyes went wide. "Why is the baby's blood type AB? That's impossible!"

His mother let out a shriek. "My son's blood type is O! How could he have an AB-type daughter?"

Then she turned her fury on me, her voice sharp enough to pierce glass. "Roxanne, what did you do? This child isn't a Highmore!"

The commotion drew a doctor over, who frowned and scolded, "Ma'am, please don't shout in public."

However, that only emboldened her. She grabbed the doctor's coat and began wailing, "Doctor, tell us what's going on! The mother's blood type is A, the father's is O, but the baby's came out AB—how is that possible?!"

The doctor frowned deeper. "Normally, A and O blood types can't produce an AB-type child, but—"

She slapped her thigh and cut him off. "I knew it! It's that shameless woman, Roxanne!"

Jensen continued his performance, lowering his head with a heavy sigh. "That can't be, Mom. I believe Roxy. Maybe the babies got switched."

But the nurse quickly interjected, "That's impossible. Our procedures are extremely strict. Every newborn wears an identification band right after birth—there's no way they were switched."

In just a few exchanges, the narrative was set—and I was the villain once again.

Jensen's mother glared at me with hatred, crying out dramatically, "Heavens, how could we have let a woman like her into our home?! She'd fooled around with another man and brought his bastard into our family! What a disgrace!"

The ward filled with murmurs and pitying sighs. Jensen turned to me, his face dark with fury. "Roxanne Wenner, what have I ever done to you? Why would you betray me like this?"