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Part 1On the Day We Gave Birth, My Best Friend Secretly Swapped Our Babies

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On the day we gave birth, my best friend came to my bedside right after her C-section and swapped away my son.

Twenty years later, my best friend's spoiled son caused big trouble.

In front of everyone, she pointed at my academically excellent daughter and proudly said:

"Actually, this is my biological child!"

I smiled: "They say nephews resemble their uncles. If your son shaved his head, he'd look exactly like your brother!"

"This is indeed your biological son..."

I saw a woman in a hospital gown at the door of the ward, hunched over and carrying a thick bundle.

I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She came in, as expected.

Even while enduring the pain of a C-section, she still came to swap my child for a million dollars.

After she left, I looked at my fair and chubby daughter lying beside me, my face full of love.

Stroking my daughter's face, I whispered, "That skinny, premature son - whoever wants him can have him."

Two hours later, my husband and in-laws arrived.

My room was quiet, with only me, my husband, and the nurse.

Olivia's room was bustling with activity, surrounded by my in-laws, sister-in-law, and a group of relatives.

My husband looked a bit embarrassed and comforted me, "It's okay, Rachel. Our little princess has us, and that's enough."

I patted his hand, "I just had surgery and I'm feeling weak. Since Olivia has the energy, let her entertain the guests."

She not only swapped babies but also greeted guests.

That night, she suffered a severe hemorrhage and was rushed back to the operating room.

After being discharged, we both moved into the family mansion to prepare for the babies' one-month celebration.

My in-laws gave Olivia the largest room with the best lighting.

She insisted on giving it to me: "Chloe has more severe jaundice, so you should take this room, Rachel."

Looking at the skinny, yellow boy in her arms, and my daughter in mine, who only had a bit of yellow on her hands, I reluctantly accepted.

"Thank you, Olivia. You're such a good friend, forever."