My husband's sister Zoe Scott got pregnant before marriage.

But her boyfriend Blake Smith's family demanded that she give birth to a son before they got married.

On the day we gave birth together, Zoe conspired with her mother Margie to switch her daughter Eve with my son Lucas.

...

I raised Eve for eighteen years, but I ended up being pushed down the stairs and killed by her, an ungrateful little bitch.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the time before I gave birth.

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I was reborn.

The baby in my belly seemed to feel my anger and kicked restlessly.

I gently touched my belly, soothing the baby and calming myself down.

Baby, Mom will definitely protect you this time.

...

In my previous life, Zoe got pregnant before marriage. Her boyfriend Blake's family demanded that she give birth to a son before they got married.

After she got pregnant, Blake's family didn't care about her. So she was living in my house.

When I first heard about it, I thought Blake was unreliable and persuaded her.

But Zoe was a hopeless romantic and said that I was jealous of her.

Then forget it. I didn't want to meddle in her business.

At that time, I didn't think about what would happen if Zoe, who wanted to marry Blake, didn't give birth to a son.

I didn't expect her to plot against me.

I thought I had a precious daughter and doted on her, but actually, Eve turned out to be Zoe's daughter.

My beloved daughter, who I thought loved me the most, pushed me down the stairs without hesitation.

After she killed me, she inherited all my property and gave it all to Zoe.

My husband Martin Scott knew that Zoe switched the babies early on, but he didn't tell me the truth. Our marriage couldn't compare to their sibling bond.

My whole life was a joke.

Luckily, I got a chance to start over.

This time, I would make them all pay the price.

I called my mom.

I told her I wanted to go back home and live with her until my baby was born.

She was a bit surprised when she received the call.

"What's wrong? Did you bicker with Martin? Or did Margie pick on you? I wanted to pick you up before, but you refused."

"No, I just think Martin often goes on business trips, and Zoe's due date is similar to mine. If Margie can't take care of both of us, then I should go home."

"Mom, please ask Warren to come and pick me up."

"Okay, we'll come over right away. We'll be there in a little while. Pack your hospital bag."

"I packed it already."

My mom hung up the phone, and I checked my documents again.

When I just found myself pregnant, my mom and my brother Warren Brown wanted to pick me up and take care of me. With Margie and Zoe living with me, it was not convenient for them to come over.

At that time, Martin, a male chauvinist, said that I should not go home and stay with my parents until the baby was born because people would laugh at him if they found out.

For the sake of his reputation, I didn't go back.

I defended him all the time.

Even though I found out that my son Lucas had been switched, I would only be sad for two days. And then we made up and they kept me in the dark about everything.

Such a man was not worthy of being a father.

In my previous life, my amniotic fluid suddenly broke. I was afraid that the baby would lack oxygen, so I had a cesarean section.

Before entering the operating room, I asked Margie to call my parents, and she readily agreed.

But she didn't call my parents at all and instead switched the two children after they were born.

This time, I went to another hospital and let my parents accompany me during childbirth.

I had to make sure everything went well.

My parents and Warren arrived quickly.

When I heard the doorbell in the bedroom, Margie got up from the sofa.

"Who is this at this hour? Renee, did you order takeout again? I've told you that eating junk food is not good for your health."

She grumbled as she went to answer the door.

Seeing my mom and Warren at the door, I wanted to cry. I turned around, grabbed my suitcase, and walked towards the door.

Zoe was lying on the couch. When she saw me carrying a suitcase, she called out my name.

"Renee, where are you going?"

I ignored her. Warren squeezed in through the door, took my suitcase from me, and handed it to Dad. Warren held my arm and said, "Be careful. Watch your step."

Margie looked at the suitcase and then at me, feeling embarrassed.

"Renee, what are you doing? Where are you going?"

I looked at her and felt disgusted.

"Martin often goes on business trips. Zoe is about to give birth, and so am I. You're unable to take care of us together, so my parents are here to pick me up. In this way, you can take good care of Zoe."

Margie forced a smile and came over to hold my hand, but I dodged calmly.

"No, I can take care of both of you. Besides, how could Martin not come back when you give birth? Zoe and you will give birth together. What could go wrong?"

Zoe chimed in, "That's right, Renee. It's not good for Martin's fortune if you live with your parents before giving birth."

I sneered and looked at Zoe's belly.

"If that's the case, I'll stay and you have to leave," I said.

Zoe's face darkened, and Margie was also unhappy. She looked at me with a fake smile and said, "Renee, that's not how it works."

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. My mom came over and held my hand, ready to leave.

Seeing this situation, Margie quickly stood in front of us and said, "No, that won't do. Renee's married to Martin and has become part of our family. She's my daughter-in-law, and she is carrying Martin's child and about to give birth. So, she can't go back home."

My mom had a good temper, but my dad was not patient.

I caught a glimpse of Zoe's belly and mocked, "According to your logic, Zoe's carrying a child out of wedlock. Who is the baby's father?"

This remark was scathing and ironic.

Warren laughed out loud, and I almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

Margie's face and Zoe's turned red and then pale.

Taking advantage of their awkwardness, my mother pulled me out the door.

Margie blocked the door with her body and threw a tantrum. "If you want to leave, step over me!"