The mistress who was reborn to exchange for my child has reaped what she sowed.

Chapter 1

My scumbag husband's mistress and I ended up in the same damn delivery room, both pushing out boys.

And get this - after we were discharged, she moved right across the hall from us!

My kid was a handful, and I wanted him to have a good life, so I quit my job, became a super-mom, the whole nine yards.

All that stress and work? Yeah, I ended up with cancer. I thought my son would at least appreciate it, but he cleaned out my savings, dumped me in some backwoods hovel to rot, and I died in agony.

Then, after I die, I find out he wasn't even my son!

Turns out, my low-life husband had planned the whole delivery room thing to swap the babies.

He wanted me to pour all my money and time into raising their kid!

And my real son? He was living across the hall, being abused into a vegetable by that she-devil!

I blinked, and BAM! I was back in that delivery room again, about to pop.

But this time, things are gonna be different.

My first order of business? Getting my kid back.

"Gosh, Sarah, you're so lucky, that kid's gonna be born with a silver spoon!" a voice chirped next to me.

I froze. It was happening all over again.

I jerked up in the bed, really looked at the squalling bundle in my arms.

This wrinkly little dude was asleep, snoring like a buzzsaw, and sporting a huge blue birthmark on his butt.

I knew that birthmark. I'd seen it for twenty-something years.

This wasn’t my kid. This was Brenda's brat!

That skank had swapped them out right from the get-go.

"Hey, hon, you okay? Hurting?"

My husband, Tom, leaned over, all fake concern.

I looked at his face, and this tidal wave of rage just built up inside me.

He cheats with Brenda, swaps our kids, schemes to make me raise their little monster!

And condemns my son to a life of torture by that viper! I wanted to punch Tom's lights out right then and there.

Suddenly, a weak moan came from the bed next to me.

Tom practically jumped out of his skin. "Brenda? You alright? Need the doc?"

I looked over at the next bed, and there was Brenda, Tom's mistress, lying there.

She was slapping at her baby who was screaming bloody murder.

"Shut UP, you little demon! You're gonna suck my nipple off! Wish I'd just tossed you in a dumpster and let you starve!" she hissed.

That was my son. Hearing his cries, I started shaking all over.

Tom was all concern... but for Brenda. "Hey, Bren, you came here all alone, so pathetic. You know, maybe I could take her to the doctor to check her up. You care for the kids right?"

I gritted my teeth, but plastered on this sickly sweet smile. "You're so thoughtful, honey. Brenda's young, new mom, and doesn't know anything. You go ahead. I'll watch the kids."

I said that, but I was holding Brenda’s hellspawn tight, cooing at him, not even glancing at the baby in Brenda's bed.

Brenda saw I couldn’t care less about that baby.

She smirked at me. "Thanks, Sarah. You're such a help."

She strutted out of the room like she’d just won the lottery, Tom trailing behind her li...