Reborn: I Switched My Own Child

The Result Went Live

While waiting for the paternity test results, I moved out of the house and contacted a lawyer to prepare for a divorce lawsuit. When Jensen found out, he let out a mocking laugh. "You'd be better off saving that money for living expenses. After all, you'll be out on the streets soon enough."

His face glowed with satisfaction as he busied himself online, soaking up public sympathy. Within days, he'd built a loyal following. Every time he went live, he'd cry on camera about how he'd been betrayed and humiliated, claiming he was the real victim.

Some questioned him—saying he was jumping to conclusions before the results were even out, that it all looked staged. But even more people rushed to his defense, swearing to avenge his "suffering."

'You know nothing! You think a man can't tell if his wife has cheated on him? The poor guy must've been suffering in silence for a long time before flipping out when he realized he'd be raising another man's child!'

'Real men don't cry unless it's unbearable. Who'd air their dirty laundry unless they were pushed too far?'

'Is the blood type not enough proof?! That cheating woman deserves to lose everything she has!'

My social media wasn't spared either. It was flooded with vicious curses and hateful comments from self-proclaimed justice warriors. I didn't reply. Instead, I had my lawyer quietly gathering evidence—this time, I would make sure every single one of them paid the price.

In my previous life, those same people had hunted me down, posting my address online, sending threats, even throwing paint at my door until depression consumed me. This time, I wasn't going to let any of them off easy.

When the day finally came for the paternity test results, Jensen decided to unseal the envelope live. The stream's view count exploded; thousands of viewers flooded in to witness my supposed downfall.

The moment I appeared on screen, the chat erupted into chaos.

'Cheating tramp! How could you betray a man who loved you?'

'Take your bastard and leave! Jensen deserves a better woman!'

'Cheaters should pay! Trying to pass off another man's child as your husband's heir—disgusting!'

Jensen's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Roxanne, even if you beg now, it's too late. Just watch."

His mother stood behind him, gloating. "That's right! My son's famous now—you don't deserve him. We're exposing you today, and you're leaving with nothing! Every bracelet, every necklace, every cent you spent—it all comes back to us!"

Even the nurse who had handled the earlier blood test chimed in with a self-righteous tone. "Mr. Highmore's love for his wife has touched us all, but sadly, he loved the wrong person. I can assure everyone—the blood test was accurate, and the paternity results will be too."

Jensen, glowing with pride, tore open the first envelope. The report was clear—black text on white paper—stating that the child had no biological relation to him. He held the paper up to the camera, face twisted in feigned fury. "Here it is—proof that Roxanne cheated. The child isn't mine!"

The livestream exploded, the chat filled with curses, disgust, and endless condemnation. Jensen tried to suppress his glee as he opened the second envelope—the one with my test results. "Everyone, take a look. Put the two results side by side, and you'll see—"

He stopped mid-sentence. His voice faltered as his eyes froze on the page. Slowly, the color drained from his face, leaving him pale as paper.