My Best Friend Swapped Our Babies for Inheritance, But She Doesn't Know I've Already Switched Them Back

"My best friend and I married into the same wealthy family, becoming sisters-in-law. Shortly after, we both became pregnant. Our in-laws announced a million-dollar reward for whoever gave birth to a son. On the day I delivered, my friend, who had just undergone a C-section, came to my bedside and switched my son with her daughter. Twenty years later, after her son had caused a major scandal, she proudly declared in front of everyone, pointing at my academically excellent daughter: "Actually, this is my biological child!" I smiled and replied, "They say children often resemble their uncles. If your son shaved his head, he'd look exactly like your brother!" "Indeed, he is your biological son..." 1. At the hospital room door, I saw a woman in a patient gown, hunched over and carrying a thick bundle. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. She entered, just as I expected. Even while enduring the pain from her C-section, she had come to switch our babies for the million-dollar reward. After she left, I looked at my fair-skinned daughter with love. Caressing her face, I whispered, "That scrawny, premature boy can go to whoever wants him." Two hours later, my husband and in-laws arrived. My room was quiet, with only my husband, the nurse, and me present. Olivia's room, on the other hand, was bustling with our in-laws, sister-in-law, and a crowd of relatives. My husband looked uncomfortable and tried to comfort me, "It's okay, Emma. Our little princess has us, and that's enough." I patted his hand and said, "The surgery has left me weak. Since Olivia has the energy, let her entertain the guests." That night, after running around switching babies and greeting visitors, Olivia suffered severe bleeding and was rushed back to surgery. 2. A year ago, shortly after I married into the wealthy family, Olivia would cry in front of me every day. She accused me of forgetting our promise to "stay friends even in wealth and success." Seeing her strange, heavy makeup and exaggerated expressions, I remembered how she had cut ties with all our old classmates after marrying a nouveau riche man five or six years ago. I could only laugh it off and deny her accusations. To my surprise, within two weeks, she had hooked up with my gambling-addicted brother-in-law. When our in-laws disapproved, she got pregnant and forced a shotgun wedding. Her baby was due just a month after mine. Our in-laws were thrilled to have two pregnant daughters-in-law and announced the million-dollar reward for a grandson. I didn't care much, as I hadn't married my husband for his family's wealth. I would be happy with either a son or a daughter. Olivia, however, was obsessed. She consulted fortune tellers who all said she was carrying a girl. She spent a fortune on rituals to change her luck, but to no avail. All this stress led to her being hospitalized for a month to protect the pregnancy. As my due date approached, I noticed Olivia constantly staring at my belly. My maternal instincts ...