A Life Left Behind
On our 40th wedding anniversary, I discovered that my beloved husband, Derrick, had been cheating on me. Even our marriage certificate had been forged.
The woman he cheated with was his foster sister, Jasmine.
I confronted Derrick with the evidence, but he only looked irritated.
"I've already treated you well enough in this lifetime. Jasmine is my true love. I will marry her and have children with her."
Even my son tried to convince me.
"Just be grateful. My real parents never went public with their relationship all these years for your sake. You are old now. What else can you do?"
That was when I learned the cruel truth. The Mafia heir I had raised with my own hands was not even my biological child.
Back then, Jasmine and I gave birth on the same day. To make sure Jasmine's baby would inherit the Mafia family my father left to me, Derrick secretly switched our children.
Because of their negligence, my biological child later died from a simple cold.
The cruelest irony was that I had raised Jasmine's son as my own and helped him reach the top of the Mafia hierarchy.
When the truth finally hit me, I coughed up blood and fainted.
When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back in time to the very day I gave birth.