My Baby Was Swapped With My Sister-in-Law’s

The day I gave birth, my sister-in-law, eight months pregnant, suddenly went into premature labor. My sister-in-law gave birth to a healthy boy, gaining status through her son and successfully marrying into a wealthy family. I, however, delivered a stillborn baby and suffered injuries that left me unable to have more children. My mother-in-law forced my husband to divorce me. When he refused, she threw him out of the house. Distraught, he suffered a heart attack and died tragically. To claim his inheritance, my mother-in-law ran me over with her car, killing me.

After I died, I discovered that my sister-in-law's son was actually my child. My sister-in-law and mother-in-law had conspired to steal her. They were responsible for my husband's and my tragic deaths!

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister-in-law and I gave birth simultaneously.

I abruptly opened my eyes and touched my round belly, realizing I had been reborn. My sister-in-law, Lily Stone, eight months pregnant, sat beside me, reaching out to touch my stomach. She said with a concerned expression, "Sister, your nephew is moving in your belly. He's so lively. Your due date is today, right?"

Lily had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of greed and calculation. Her hand was cold and clammy, making me shiver involuntarily. I subtly shifted my body, pulling away from her hand. It was laughable. In my previous life, I hadn't seen through the wolfish ambition hidden beneath Lily's concerned smile. I had believed she genuinely cared for me, her sister-in-law, and treated her like my own sister. But she had conspired with my mother-in-law to destroy my family.

In my previous life, my mother-in-law ran me over with her car on the roadside. Strangely, after I died, my soul didn't leave but returned to the day of childbirth. I watched everything that happened that day as if it were a movie. The day I gave birth, my eight-month pregnant sister-in-law suddenly went into premature labor and went to the same hospital as me. I was in labor for three agonizing hours, giving birth to a healthy baby boy with all my strength. But the moment he was born, my mother-in-law took him away. Just then, my sister-in-law also gave birth, but it was a stillborn baby girl due to prematurity.

When I woke up, my mother-in-law held the deceased fetus in front of me, telling me it was my child, born dead. While I was heartbroken and distraught, my sister-in-law cradled my son, happily snuggling in the arms of her wealthy boyfriend.

Lily had been dating a man from a prominent family, but his mother had declared that Lily could only enter their family if she gave birth to a son. Having finally become pregnant, Lily was naturally eager to know the baby's gender. My mother-in-law consulted an old traditional doctor who examined both Lily and me. The doctor informed my mother-in-law that Lily was carrying a girl, while I was carrying a boy. From then on, my mother-in-law and Lily fixed their eyes on my belly.

They deliberately sent my husband, Ethan, away two days before my due date for a cousin's wedding. After I gave birth, they stole my child. Lily, gaining status through the son, successfully married into the wealthy family. When I learned my child was stillborn, I became emotionally agitated, suffered postpartum hemorrhage, and completely lost my ability to have children. My mother-in-law cursed me as a barren hen and demanded my husband divorce me. My husband staunchly refused. My mother-in-law then lashed out at him, calling him unfilial and an animal, ordering him out of the house. In a fit of rage, my husband suffered a heart attack and died tragically beside me.

After my husband's death, he left behind an inheritance of two houses. To seize the inheritance, my mother-in-law ran me over with her car right outside our home. After my death, she and Lily conspired to say I died in an accident. They cremated me hastily and discarded my ashes in a landfill.

I never imagined that fate would be so kind as to give me another chance at life. This time, I must protect my child and make my mother-in-law and sister-in-law pay for their actions!

My mother-in-law, carrying a bowl of chicken soup, said to me with an overly solicitous expression, "Claire, drink this bowl of chicken soup. I specially made it for you." Ever since she found out I was pregnant with a boy, my mother-in-law had been exceptionally attentive to me. At the time, I was incredibly touched, feeling suddenly lucky to have such a wonderful mother-in-law.

But now I know she was merely using me and the child in my womb as tools for her and her daughter to climb into a wealthy family. However, with my husband not by my side, I couldn't afford to fall out with my mother-in-law. So, I calmly took the chicken soup and placed it on the table.

I told my mother-in-law, "Mom, the chicken soup is too hot. Could you get me a spoon?" My mother-in-law agreed with a loving smile. I gently closed the door, pressing my ear to the crack to hear if she had walked away. Instead, I heard her say in a venomous tone, "Such a nuisance. Once she's given birth, just wait and see how I deal with her." My once loving mother-in-law uttering such terrifying words sent shivers down my spine, having just been reborn.

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed my husband, Ethan Cole's, number. To successfully steal my child, my mother-in-law had deliberately sent my husband home two days before my due date to attend a cousin's wedding. So my husband was still in his hometown.

"Hello, wife, is everything alright? My cousin on Uncle's side is getting married; I'm at the wedding."

After hearing my husband's voice, the hand holding my phone trembled uncontrollably. In my previous life, my husband had a sudden heart attack from being angered by my mother-in-law, collapsing by my bedside. I wanted to save him, but it was too late. I could only watch helplessly as he died tragically. This time, I must change both our fates!

I anxiously told Ethan, "Husband, come home immediately. I'm about to give birth. Hurry to the hospital and wait for me." Ethan, though surprised, immediately replied, "Okay, wife, don't be nervous. I'm leaving for the hospital right away." Hearing my husband's definite answer, I felt a slight relief.

But the moment I opened the door, I saw my mother-in-law standing there with a spoon. My heart pounded furiously a few times. I managed to force a faint smile and asked my mother-in-law, "Mom, what are you doing standing at the door?" My mother-in-law smiled and said, "Weren't you asking for a spoon? I brought it for you." I took the spoon and told her, "Thank you, Mom. I can drink it myself; you don't need to take care of me here." My mother-in-law nodded and left. But I still felt uneasy, wondering when she had started standing by my door.

My mother-in-law went to Lily's room. Lily's room was next to the bathroom, so I pretended to go to the bathroom and leaned against the window, listening to my mother-in-law and Lily's conversation.

"Lily, did that bitch find out something? I heard her calling your brother, telling him to wait for her at the hospital." My mother-in-law's venomous voice slithered into my ears like a poisonous snake.

"Mom, what did you say? That bitch must have found out something. What do we do if my brother is at the hospital? How will we snatch the baby?"

My mother-in-law was silent for a moment, then said triumphantly, "She thinks that just because her brother goes to the hospital, we'll be helpless? If that bitch really goes into labor later, we'll just say we're afraid of traffic on the way and call the doctor to deliver the baby at home. Then it'll just be the three of us at home, and we, mother and daughter, will be in charge."

I, eavesdropping from the window, instantly broke out in a cold sweat. I never expected my mother-in-law and sister-in-law to be so vicious. I had to hold on until Ethan returned, no matter what. But just then, a sharp pain shot through my belly. With a "splash," my broken amniotic fluid spilled onto the floor. I was going into labor!

My painful groans startled my mother-in-law. Lily looked excited when she saw I was in labor. My mother-in-law glanced at me and whispered to Lily, "Finally, those months of serving her weren't for nothing. Every day I made her soup and meals, I was so annoyed I wanted to strangle her. Now she's finally going to give birth. Lily, hurry and take the labor-inducing medicine. Any later, and it'll be too late."

Lily agreed, telling her mother, "Mom, watch her closely. I'll go take the medicine now." I was sweating profusely from the pain, yet I had to listen to my mother-in-law and sister-in-law conspiring to steal my baby. I grabbed my mother-in-law and told her, "Mom, I'm about to give birth. Please, take me to the hospital quickly." My mother-in-law shook off my hand and said, "Why go to the hospital? I'll call Dr. Lee in a bit and have him come here to deliver the baby. What if you go into labor on the way to the hospital with a baby in your belly?"

With that, my mother-in-law took out her phone and called Dr. Lee. Dr. Lee was the doctor my mother-in-law and sister-in-law had bribed in my previous life. He was the one who stole my baby after I gave birth to my son. I had planned this time for my husband to wait at the hospital in advance, so my mother-in-law and sister-in-law wouldn't have an opportunity. I didn't expect them to overhear my phone call and decide to have Dr. Lee come to the house for the delivery. My phone had also been taken by my mother-in-law; I couldn't contact Ethan at all. Now, it was just my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and me at home. After I gave birth, the baby would definitely be stolen by Lily and her mother. So, no matter what, I couldn't give birth at home. I had to hold on until I saw Ethan.

Lily took the labor-inducing medicine, and soon her water broke, and contractions began. Hearing her heart-wrenching screams, I grew even more agitated. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the opposite neighbor's door opening. I instantly calmed down. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law were both in the bedroom. I wanted to find a chance to pass a message, and it had to be now. I quietly opened my door, grabbed the neighbor's young daughter's hand, and told her, "I'm about to give birth. Please help me contact my husband. Tell him my mother-in-law wants me to give birth at home, and to hurry home and take me to the hospital." The young girl was hesitant at first, but seeing my face covered in sweat, she nodded and agreed to help me.

Just then, my mother-in-law suddenly pulled me inside, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang." My mother-in-law yelled at me, "Why are you running? What if you give birth at the door, how unlucky would that be? Stay put quietly. Dr. Lee will be here soon." No sooner had my mother-in-law finished speaking than Dr. Lee knocked on the door.

My mother-in-law eagerly pulled Dr. Lee, urging him to deliver my baby. But at that moment, Lily was continuously wailing in her room. My mother-in-law comforted Lily, her face filled with worry. I quickly told my mother-in-law, "Mom, Lily is in premature labor and is in more danger than I am. Why don't we let Dr. Lee deliver her baby first? I can wait. We can't let anything happen to Lily's body."

My mother-in-law looked at my belly with some hesitation. I continued, "Mom, even though Lily can marry into a wealthy family if she gives birth to a boy, if something happens to her own body, even giving birth to a boy won't matter." Hearing my words, my mother-in-law immediately made up her mind and told Dr. Lee, "Dr. Lee, please deliver my daughter's baby first."

My mother-in-law and Dr. Lee rushed into Lily's room. I endured wave after wave of searing pain, gently stroking my belly and comforting my baby. "Baby, don't be in a hurry. Wait until Daddy comes back before you come out. For the sake of our family, you must bear it a little longer." The baby in my belly seemed to understand my words; my labor pains weren't as severe as before. Meanwhile, Lily's room continued to emit heart-wrenching screams.

A moment later, the door was pushed open with a "bang." Dr. Lee frantically shouted, "Oh no, it's a hemorrhage! Call an ambulance quickly!" Dr. Lee picked up his phone, ready to dial emergency services. Just then, the main door opened. It was Ethan; he was back! He urgently asked me, "Wife, how are you?" I lunged into his arms, instantly collapsing and fainting. Before losing consciousness, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved. The person I could rely on had finally returned.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. A nurse held my hand, telling me to push. I pushed with all my might. An hour later, I finally heard my baby's cry. I lay exhausted on the delivery bed. The doctor held the baby, letting me glimpse him. "It's a boy, everything's normal." I lay on the bed, unable to stop crying. In my previous life, I gave birth with all my strength, only to be met with the devastating news of a stillborn baby. Overwhelmed by the shock, I suffered a postpartum hemorrhage and almost died in the bed. But this life, I finally heard the nurse tell me with my own ears that I had given birth to a healthy baby. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, Ethan was by my side, looking at me with concern. I grabbed his hand and anxiously asked, "Where's the baby? Where is he?" Ethan picked up the baby from the nearby bassinet and smiled at me. "He's right here. Don't worry. I've been watching him the whole time." Only then did my heart completely settle. Looking at the adorable baby in the swaddle and my husband beside me, I felt incredibly happy. Suddenly, I remembered Lily. I asked Ethan, "How's Lily? Has she given birth?" My husband nodded, saying with relief, "Thankfully I came home in time and rushed Lily, who was hemorrhaging, to the hospital. That's why she was able to give birth smoothly. She also had a boy."

My brows instantly furrowed. Lily was clearly carrying a girl. Even if my husband had gotten her to the hospital in time and the baby hadn't died, the gender couldn't possibly change. I grabbed my husband's hand, staring fixedly at him, and asked, "Are you sure she gave birth to a boy?" My husband looked at me, confused. "Claire, why that expression? Lily really did give birth to a boy. Even though he was premature, he was put in an incubator in time, and the baby is quite healthy." It seemed Lily had indeed given birth to a boy, but how could that be? Did my mother-in-law and sister-in-law secretly swap someone else's baby?