Reborn: I Switched My Own Child

The Proof He Wanted

I stared at Jensen, unable to find any words. After so many years of marriage, I'd longed for this child with all my heart. But Jensen had torn those dreams apart with his own hands, showing me that all along, it was nothing more than my own wishful thinking.

When I didn't respond, a flash of triumph glimmered in his eyes. His mother, emboldened, pointed at me and began to curse, spitting venom with every word. "I knew you were trouble from the start—always swaying your hips around the house, trying to seduce someone. Even when you gave birth, the delivery room was full of men! Shameless woman, flashing yourself for everyone to see! Don't think you can steal our family's fortune. I'll make sure the truth comes out!"

Her voice was sharp enough to cut glass, stabbing into everyone's ears. I turned to Jensen with a cold gaze. "You think the same too?"

He straightened, feigning righteous indignation. "Even if you're my wife, I can't accept something like this. I've always treated you well, given you everything you wanted since you got pregnant—and this is how you repay me? I won't be anyone's fool!" He sounded so wounded, so noble, as though he were the victim of some great betrayal.

I put on a look of hurt, covering my face as I said, "So you've decided I cheated, just because of a blood test? Jensen, I really misjudged you. How could you slander me like this?"

The other mothers and family members in the ward, who had already seen how cruel his mother was, began to frown. Whatever image Jensen had built as a loving husband was crumbling fast.

"A different blood type isn't proof of anything. Accusing her of cheating over that? That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, this kind of thing should be double-checked. What if it's a mistake?"

"I thought you really loved your wife, but I guess you're just another mama's boy—no trust at all."

Jensen didn't get angry. In fact, there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He seized the moment and said smoothly, "Let's do a paternity test then. If the blood type can't prove it, the test will. Once the results are out, if this child isn't mine, you leave with nothing. Do you dare?"

I gave a short, cold laugh. "Why wouldn't I dare? But if it turns out you've accused me wrongly, you'll walk out with nothing."

Jensen's face lit with smug excitement—he thought victory was already his.

We went straight to the DNA testing center and gave our blood samples on the spot. Along the way, Jensen made sure everyone knew what was happening. He posted multiple videos online, the story spreading like wildfire. Calls from relatives poured in, and even reporters followed us from the hospital to the testing center. Jensen, ever the actor, welcomed the attention—eyes red, voice trembling as he told his sob story of love and betrayal.

I watched him coldly, my mind racing. I had double-checked before the exam—the baby's blood type had been O. So how had it come back AB? The only explanation was that something had gone wrong during the checkup. But Jensen's confidence was unsettling. Why was he so sure?

Then it hit me. A spark of realization flashed through my mind, and I quickly lowered my head to text my parents.

When we stepped out of the testing center, Jensen looked utterly certain of his victory. "Roxanne, you'll pay for what you've done. You brought this on yourself!"

I remained calm. He had no idea that no matter what the results said this time, things wouldn't go the way he expected.