The Student I Sponsored Swapped My Child
The day I gave birth, so did Lily Jasper—the underprivileged student I had been sponsoring. But her baby didn’t survive.
Afterward, my husband, Carter Scott, insisted on making Lily my son’s godmother.
From that moment on, she was everywhere—always butting into my parenting. Whether I was disciplining my son or buying him clothes, Lily never missed a chance to chime in with her opinions.
Years later, when my son took his college entrance exams, I helped him choose a major that matched his scores. But Lily pushed hard for him to apply to Merika State or Haven State University instead.
In the end, he listened to me and got into a suitable college.
Then his acceptance letter came.
And everything fell apart.
That day, he caused a car accident.
My accident.
He stepped out of the car, walked over, and kicked me a few times as I lay helpless on the ground.
His face was full of disgust as he spat,
“You actually thought you were my mom?” His voice was cold. “You’ve made my real mom cry over and over because of you.
“You were never family. My real parents and I—we’re family. You? You were just in the way.
“But it's over now. Finally...” He smiled cruelly. “We can be together—the real family.”
And in that moment, I finally understood.
Lily didn’t lose her baby that day.
She killed my newborn son and swapped him with hers.
Everything went dark.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back.
Back to the day I gave birth.
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