Part 2On the Day We Gave Birth, My Best Friend Secretly Swapped Our Babies

A year ago, shortly after I married into the wealthy family, my best friend Olivia would cry in front of me every day.

She said I had forgotten our promise to "never forget each other if we became rich."

Looking at her strange heavy makeup and the exaggerated expressions on her face, I remembered how five or six years ago, after she hooked up with a rich guy, she cut off contact with all our old classmates.

I could only laugh it off and repeatedly deny her accusations.

Unexpectedly, half a month later, I saw her getting together with my gambling-addicted brother-in-law.

My in-laws didn't approve, but she got pregnant first and forced a marriage.

Her baby was only a month behind mine.

Seeing both daughters-in-law pregnant, my in-laws were overjoyed.

They declared that whoever gave birth to a son would be rewarded with a million dollars.

I didn't care much, as I hadn't married my husband for his family's wealth.

Besides, whether it was a son or daughter, both were blessings, and I would love either.

Olivia didn't see it that way. She went everywhere to get her fortune told.

She consulted several masters, and they all said she was carrying a girl.

She even spent a lot of money trying to change her luck, but to no avail.

After all this trouble, she ended up in the hospital for a month to protect the pregnancy.

When I was close to my due date, she kept staring at my belly.

A mother's instincts are unusually sharp, so I became wary.

Sure enough, on the day my water broke, she arrived at the hospital right after me.

She insisted that the doctors perform a C-section on her, saying she had consulted fortune tellers and today was an auspicious day.

After my daughter was born, while everyone was distracted, I switched her son with mine in advance.

So, the baby Olivia took away was actually her own son.