Reborn: I Won't Be a Scapegoat

My younger sister got pregnant before she was even married. She gave birth to a boy at a small hospital, then disappeared.

The doctor found our home using the address she had left behind and handed the baby to me.

My parents got down on their knees and begged me to raise him.

I had no choice. As an unmarried young woman, I gritted my teeth and raised the child on my own.

Money was always tight, and I had to shoulder every expense for food, clothing, and shelter.

At least I managed to raise him. But just then, my sister came back.

She had a wealthy man wearing a gold chain by her side.

The moment she walked in, she hugged my son and cried, accusing me of being petty and jealous, of stealing her child and keeping mother and son apart for years.

After listening to her, my son turned his back on me, cut ties, and acknowledged his birth mother.

My parents also scolded me for meddling and threw me out of the house.

All the neighbors spoke ill of me, calling me a wicked sister who had kidnapped a child.

Nobody believed me. Despairing, I jumped from the building.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my sister gave birth.