My husband’s mistress and I gave birth to sons in the same maternity ward.
After we were discharged, she even moved into the apartment across from mine.
My son was unruly and incorrigible. To give him a good future, I quit my job and took care of everything myself. Years of exhausting work left me with cancer.
I thought my son would take care of me, but instead he stole all my savings and sent me to the countryside to fend for myself, leaving me to die in agony in a shabby shack.
Only after I died did I learn that he wasn’t my biological son!
Back then, my husband deliberately arranged for me and his mistress to share a hospital room so they could switch our babies, making me spend all my money and time raising their child!
My own son had lived right across from me, where the mistress deliberately abused him until he became mentally disabled!
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the time when the mistress and I were giving birth.
The first thing I had to do was switch the babies back!
