Rebirth Of The Wronged Wife

Synopsis

Damien Carter was my husband. His buddy's widow, Meadow Foster, and I were both pregnant at the same time. Out of pity for her loneliness, Damien used the excuse of "repaying his friend's kindness" to visit her in the hospital every day, tending to her every need. On the day we gave birth, she delivered a healthy baby boy, while I had a child with cerebral palsy. Phoebe Carter, Damien's mother, cursed me as a jinx. Because of this, Damien insisted on divorcing me and threw me out of the house. I had no choice but to work while raising my disabled child. I wasn't even thirty, but half of my hair had turned gray. My son, despite his condition, resented me for not buying him a cake and pushed me into oncoming traffic. As I lay dying, Meadow came to gloat in front of me with her child. "You look so pitiful. "Your husband and child are now mine. I will live happily in your place," she said. It was then that I discovered Damien had swapped our newborns, giving away my healthy child to prevent Meadow from being upset. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day we both gave birth.