Chapter 1 — Reborn On The Day You Were Swapped, I Exposed The Hypocritical Husband.

Before we die, we look back at this whole life. Husband and wife are respectful as husband and wife, sons are filial and respectful, it can be said to be perfect. My husband held my hand, tears in his eyes, yet he frankly confessed to me.

"Madam, Niem Vinh is not your flesh and blood, he is the child of me and Dung Nhi."

"That year, I secretly swapped children. The child she gave birth to died on the third day after birth. I watched with my own eyes as it swallowed its last breath."

I looked in horror at the boy standing next to the bed. He calmly looked back at me.

"Actually, your illness didn't develop that quickly. I added something to the medicine."

“I just didn't expect… you could resist for so long.”

"Don't blame me either. If it weren't for you occupying the position of main family, a family of three of us would have long been able to reunite in a dignified way."

My chest constricted, I continuously coughed up blood, and after a long time I managed to utter a few words from my throat:

“Why… why didn't you keep it from me until the end!”

"Dung Nhi has a kind heart, I can't bear to let you still be deceived when you die."

My husband's voice was gentle and soft, but he cruelly put his hand over my mouth and nose. Darkness came, when I opened my eyes again, a severe pain in my stomach came, I suddenly returned to the day I gave birth that year. The moment I heard the child's resounding cry, my heart suddenly contracted, and the blood in my body seemed to rush straight to the top of my head. I am truly back. Go back eighteen years ago, back to the day I just gave birth to my son. My whole body felt like I had just been fished out of the water, my nails digging deep into my palms, using that painful feeling to confirm this dream-like reality. I raised my head and looked up, just in time to see the thin, dry hands of the midwife silently reaching towards the diaper wrapping the child.

“Let me see the child.”

The midwife's movements immediately stopped, then quickly smiled flatteringly:

"Your Highness has just given birth, your body is still weak, rest first, let this old slave help clean the little master..."

“I said,” I gritted my teeth, supported my limp body and tried to sit up. The wound on my body that had not yet healed was stretched to the point of tearing, warm blood flowing down my legs, dyeing the bed underneath red.

“Give me the child to see.”

I immediately snatched the diaper wrapped in the midwife's hand, bowed my head and looked at the chubby white baby, on the back of its neck there was a tiny heart-shaped birthmark. But Luc Niem Vinh, the child I raised single-handedly in my previous life, was clean without any birthmarks. Tears instantly burst, large drops falling onto the diaper. This is my child. As a child in my previous life who was tragically exchanged, I never had the chance to even meet once. Not long after waiting, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard. The door to the room was gently pushed open, and husband Luc Thieu Ngu, wearing a brocade robe, walked in. As soon as his eyes touched my struggling appearance, his beautiful eyebrows immediately furrowed:

“She had just given birth, her body was extremely damaged, she refused to lie down and rest well, so why did she do it on her own? Get up and walk around? What should I do if I accidentally damage my roots?

While talking, he quickly walked to the bed, reached out to hold my shoulder, trying to force me to lie back on the bed. I raised my head to look at him, this face that has been close to me for more than twenty years, in the past I only felt that he was gentle, courteous, and thoughtful, but looking back at this moment, I only felt horrifyingly fake. I hold my child tightly in my heart:

“Theu Ngu, just now this midwife wanted to secretly hold our baby.”

Hearing that, Luc Thieu Ngu did not show any surprise or doubt on his face, on the contrary, he only smiled faintly:

“Madam was worried, it's just that the servants don't understand the rules, thinking that they should first hold the child for me to look at, and have no other thoughts.

She just gave birth and her mind is not yet stable, so don't think too much." Before the words were finished, the sound of footsteps rang out outside the door. Another midwife dressed in dark brown clothes, carefully holding a diaper, cautiously poked her head out to enter.