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“Ria, what a coincidence! Just as your contractions started, I felt something too. Looks like my time is coming as well. “It’s perfect that we’re sharing the same hospital room. We can look after each other when the time comes. “And once our babies are born, they can grow up together like brothers. It’s truly fate, don’t you think?” Lily clung to my arm warmly, her smile so genuine and tender. She even reached over, adjusting my pillow and tucking in my blanket with such care. Anyone watching us would have thought: What a beautiful bond between them. “Yeah, it really is fate.” I squeezed my nails deep into my palm, my voice tight, speaking through clenched teeth. In my past life, I had trusted this sweet, gentle mask she wore. That trust cost me everything—my son’s life, my parents’ entire fortune. She tricked them out of everything, forcing them, in their old age, to work menial jobs just to survive. I hated her. But more than anything, I hated myself. How could I be so blind? I couldn’t tell a person from a monster. I married a heartless man. I supported a venomous woman through college. And worst of all, I raised a son who betrayed me without a second thought. Heaven must have been watching—giving me a second chance to make these monsters pay with their lives! “Ria, you’re looking pale. Is your water about to break?” Lily asked, a flicker of calculation flashing through her eyes. I knew exactly what she was planning. She was timing my delivery, scheming to get the doctors to induce her labor at the same time so she could switch our babies. “Not that soon,” I forced a smile, my belly twisting in pain. “Maybe by this afternoon.” I swallowed the agony, holding out. A trace of disappointment crossed her face before she turned and lay back on her hospital bed. I reached for the herbal tonic I had prepared earlier, sipping it slowly. The earthy, bitter taste made my stomach churn, but I kept drinking. In my past life, I refused to touch the herbal tonic my mother had painstakingly prepared. I hated its taste. And because of that, I passed out from exhaustion right after giving birth. When I woke up, my son was gone. This time, no matter how bitter it was, I wouldn’t let history repeat itself. Right after that, I quickly texted my best friend, Nina Smith, who ran a martial arts studio. “Come to the hospital. Right now.” My parents were out of the country. My husband had arranged everything, sending them on a two-week luxury yacht trip, supposedly a prize from his company's prize drawing. He insisted it would be a shame to miss out and promised that with his mother by my side, I’d be well taken care of. Back then, I actually thought he was being thoughtful—choosing to give such an incredible trip to my parents instead of his own. But it was all part of his scheme. A setup. Even his own son—just a pawn in his cruel game. How could anyone be so heartless? But this time, I won’t repeat the same mistake. And every last one of those monsters will pay with their lives. * The herbal tonic brought warmth and energy surging back through my body. I felt stronger already. Lily’s eyes glinted with something greedy. “Ria, what are you drinking? You look so much better already. Is it from your parents? They always know how to take care of you. Unlike me…” She sighed, voice dripping with self-pity. “My parents couldn’t care less about me. You’re so lucky to have them.” I knew exactly what she was doing. She was eyeing my herbal tonic. Hoping I would hand it over out of guilt. In my past life, she played this same card—pathetic and pitiful—knowing I was too soft-hearted to refuse her anything. I funded her education for years because of that pity. And how did she repay me? That was why she dared to seduce my husband, murder my real son, and shamelessly claim the title of ‘godmother’ to my child. She then forced her way into his life and interfered with how I raised him. In the end, she even turned my child against me, manipulating him into causing the car crash that killed me.

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Kind people get used. Easy targets get trampled. Not this time. They won’t get anything from me. Not even a single sip of my herbal tonic! I shot Lily a calm look and said, “The doctor prescribed this glucose water specifically for my body type. Your constitution is different from mine. It might cause side effects if you drink it.” Hearing the words side effects, Lily finally gave up, but her eyes stayed glued to me, watching my every move. When she noticed me using my phone, she pried, “Ria, who are you texting? Isn’t Carter already on his way? And your parents are out of country, so they won’t be back anytime soon.” She was monitoring me. It was so obvious and yet in my past life, I actually thought she was just worried about me. I even felt touched. Now? Her fake concern made my skin crawl. This was premeditated, through and through. I played it off casually. “Oh, my best friend just happens to be nearby. She heard I’m in labor and wanted to drop by to check on me.” Lily’s expression stiffened. She snapped, “The baby’s not even born yet. What’s there to see? Tell her to go back!” Realizing her tone was too harsh, she quickly tried to cover it up. “Ria, I’m already here with you! You’re in good hands. Nothing’s going to happen. Your friend doesn’t need to be here. “Besides, it’s not a good idea to have outsiders in the maternity ward. It’s a sensitive environment, and what if she brings in germs or causes a disruption? That could put us both at risk.” Her excuses sounded so righteous, so reasonable. In my past life, I fell for it. I trusted her. And it cost me everything—my child, my family, my life. But not this time. Just as I opened my mouth to respond, the door swung open. Nina walked in and snapped back. “Hospital policy says family members are allowed. What, they’re magically germ-free, but I’m not?” Lily’s expression instantly darkened, and her eyes flashed with panic. The two of them had met before, but they never got along. Nina saw through Lily from day one. She always thought Lily was a schemer—calculating, petty, and always trying to take advantage of others. Not a good person. Lily, on the other hand, couldn’t stand Nina. She would mock her for having short, boyish hair and acting rough and carefree. She even called her a freak behind her back and warned me more than once to stay away from her. But one night, everything changed. We were out for barbecue when three drunk men started causing trouble. Lily watched, wide-eyed, as Nina took down all three of them alone. From that day on, Lily never dared badmouth her again. With Nina here, Lily immediately toned down her act. She stopped openly watching my every move. I felt half the weight lift off my chest. But suddenly, my stomach seized with a sharp, wrenching pain. I gripped Nina’s hand tightly and gasped, “Hey, you needed to use the bathroom, right? I’ll come with you.” Nina froze for a split second before catching on. She quickly played along, “Yeah! I was dying to pee on the way here. Come on, let’s go.” Lily jumped up immediately, “Wait! I’ll come with you.” Nina’s eyes narrowed, and she shot Lily a sharp glare. “Why are you tagging along? What, you afraid I’ll frame you for something if you’re not watching me? Or are you just hoping something happens to me so you can blame it on me?” Her words hit hard—blunt, direct, and cutting. Lily’s face twisted with anger, but she had no comeback. She forced a stiff smile, “I’m not that kind of person! Ria, just don’t take too long. If something happens on the way, it'll be trouble for everyone.” Yeah—trouble for her. Once we stepped out of the room, I clutched my belly through the pain and whispered urgently to Nina, “Get me transferred to a private room. I’m about to give birth.” Nina didn’t ask why. She just helped me into a chair and dashed off to the front desk to handle the transfer. Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone and called my parents. “Mom, Dad—come back. Right now.” I knew what was coming. After giving birth, I would be weak, bedridden, and helpless. Only with my parents watching over my baby could I be at peace. The transfer was quick. Soon, I was in a private room—just me, a single bed, my own bathroom, and a nurse on standby. Finally, I exhaled and felt a shred of relief. Then my phone blew up. It was my husband, Carter Scott, calling. There were also seven or eight text messages—all demanding to know where I was and frantically asking if I had given birth yet.

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I didn’t answer his call. Instead, I turned to Nina and gave her a firm instruction. “Wait right outside the delivery room. The moment the nurse brings the baby out, you hold him and don’t let anyone take him from you! “Especially Carter and Lily. Got it? No matter what they say, don’t hand him over!” The moment I finished, a sharp, searing pain gripped my belly. The nurse immediately called the doctor, and they rushed me into the delivery room. The agony tore through me, raw and relentless. I clung to the doctors’ voices—Breathe. Push. Harder. Push again. I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t let my mind wander. Every ounce of my strength, every beat of my heart—was for the child I was about to bring into this world. In my past life, I failed him. This time, I would protect him with everything I had. * The sharp cry of a newborn pierced the air. The doctors announced, “It’s a boy. Eight pounds. Healthy and strong.” He had been crying fiercely—loud and relentless. But the moment his tiny face touched mine, he stopped. As if he knew me. As if our hearts were connected. With shaking hands, I clutched the doctor’s arm, my voice urgent and firm: “Give my baby to my best friend, Nina. Not to his father. Promise me—only to her.” The doctors exchanged a knowing look. They had seen every kind of family drama unfold within these walls. My request didn’t surprise them in the slightest. The lead doctor nodded seriously. “Don’t worry. Your friend will get him. No one else.” Only then did my chest loosen, and I let out a long, trembling breath. I trusted these women—these doctors. And more than anything, I trusted Nina. Once my son was in her arms, I knew that no one would take him away. I fought to stay awake. I wanted to push through the mandatory two-hour observation. But my body, battered and drained, could hold out no longer. The darkness pulled me under, and my eyes closed, heavy and unwilling. When I woke up, I was back in my private room. Nina was there—holding my son tightly, her arms wrapped around him as if she had fought a war. Carter stood in front of her, his face twisted with frustration and barely contained fury. It was clear he had tried more than once to snatch my baby from her and failed. Lily was there too, standing off to the side. Shock and confusion plastered all over her face. She hadn’t seen this coming. Not at all. “Ria, you’re awake!” Nina’s face lit up, and she brought the baby closer to me, her voice smug and triumphant: “Look at this little guy! Isn’t he adorable? He even stuck his tongue out at me—such a cheeky little thing!” Her eyes softened with warmth. “The doctors said he’s perfectly healthy. In fact, they were impressed—said it’s rare to see a baby this strong and beautiful. Told me you must’ve taken great care of yourself during the pregnancy.” I gazed at him—my son. Chubby, rosy, and so full of life. Healthy. Perfect. Mine. Nothing like the child Lily swapped into my arms in my past life—so thin, so frail, his skin a sickly yellow. Back then, Carter had blamed me. He said it was my fault. Said I must have eaten poorly during pregnancy. He made me feel guilty and ashamed like I had ruined my own child. I lived with that blame for years. But this time, I had my baby. And he was nothing like the lie they tried to force on me before. Carter’s voice sliced through my thoughts, sharp and accusing: “Ria, what the heck? Why did you switch rooms without telling me? Do you know how long I searched for you?” His expression darkened. “You didn’t answer my calls. And why is Nina holding the baby and refusing to let me near him? I’m his father!” I swallowed down my fury, letting my voice fall into a careful, helpless tone: “I wasn’t trying to hide from you. I was helping Nina get to the bathroom, and halfway there, the contractions hit hard. I had to switch to a private room. It was closer and easier since it has its own bathroom.” I sighed, feigning guilt. “Everything happened so fast, and I misplaced my phone in the chaos. That’s why I didn’t answer your calls.” I paused, then added, my eyes fixed on his: “As for Nina holding the baby... I was scared. “You hear stories, Carter. About those kidnappers who sneak into hospitals pretending to be the baby’s father—walking off with the child before anyone realizes. “I didn’t want to take any chances. That’s why I told Nina to hold him. Only her.” Although my excuse was flimsy, there wasn’t anything he could outright refute. Just as he was about to say something, the door swung open. My parents walked in. Carter’s face twisted in shock. “Mom? Dad? I thought you were on the yacht cruise. Why are you back so soon?” My mom’s voice was firm. “We didn’t feel right about it. So, your father and I came back early.” Carter and Lily both froze and were completely stunned. With my parents here and surrounded by so many people, how could they possibly swap the babies now? And just then— Lily’s water broke. The fluid gushed to the floor in a sudden rush.