I had anemia, so getting pregnant was not easy for me.

My husband and I tried for ten years, and we finally had a son.

When our son turned eight, he got into a car accident.

The doctor said that he needed a blood transfusion, but his blood type was A. Both my husband and I were type O.

My husband started to suspect that the child was not his and did a paternity test right away. The result showed that the boy really was not his son.

I could not believe it and asked for another test, but the result was the same.

My mother-in-law accused me of cheating and called me horrible names.

My husband asked for a divorce and told me to leave with nothing except my son.

We were kicked out of the house and ended up living in a cave in the mountains.

A sudden rainstorm caused a landslide, and my son and I were buried alive inside.

After I died, my spirit stayed near my husband. I heard him talking on the phone. “Don’t worry. I made her leave with nothing. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.”

It turned out he had been seeing another woman for a while and had planned everything to make me leave with nothing except my son.

What I could not figure out was how he managed to fake the paternity test in front of everyone.

Luckily, I returned to the past.

I woke up on the day of my son’s car accident.

“Willa, how dare you cheat on me?!”

He shoved me hard against the wall.

My husband, Mason York, loomed over me. His face was full of anger.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you feeling guilty?

“That child is about to die, and your lover hasn’t even come to check on him!”

I could hardly believe that I was hearing the same old accusations.

I had returned to the past!

In my past life, my son, Yulian York, got into a car accident and was rushed to the emergency room.

That was when we discovered something shocking. Our son’s blood type was A.

My husband and I were both type O, so there was no way we could have had a child with type A blood.

Mason accused me of cheating without any proof.

He did not care that Yulian was still in the emergency room. He wanted to rush in and drag him out for a paternity test.

When the results came back, I could not believe them.

Even after testing at five different hospitals, every report said the same thing. Mason was not Yulian’s father.

For a moment, I thought maybe my son had been switched with another baby when he was born.

But when I saw how much Yulian resembled me and read the report confirming we were mother and son, I had no choice but to accept it.

Still, until the day I died, I never understood it.

I had never betrayed Mason.

It was only after I died that I unexpectedly learned the truth.

From the day of Yulian’s accident, I had fallen into Mason’s trap.

Everything he did was meant to make me leave with nothing and clear the way for his mistress.

I still did not know how Mason had switched the paternity reports in front of everyone.

But this time, I would make sure his scheme failed for sure.

The burning pain on my face brought me back to reality.

Mason saw me freeze and tried to slap me again.

I clutched his hand and said, “Mason, watch your mouth!

“You have no proof, so you can’t accuse me!”

Mason snorted.

“Proof? That child is proof enough!

“My mother used to say the child doesn’t look anything like me, but I didn’t believe her. Now, you are telling me this is a medical miracle? Two type O parents produced a type A child?”

I was speechless.

There was no way to explain it.

But rather than get caught up in a pointless argument with Mason, my priority was to get Yulian out of danger.

I pulled my hand free from Mason and tried to call a friend.

Mason saw what I was doing and smashed my phone.

“You really want to call your lover to save that child? Forget it! No way!

“It’s no wonder we couldn’t have a child for ten years. The moment your first love came back, you got pregnant! You planned all this! You tricked me into raising that child as mine!

“We’re getting a divorce! You’ll leave with nothing!”

I could only laugh.

In my past life, Mason’s fervent anger and grief had made me feel guilty.

Pressured by public opinion, I signed the agreement to leave with nothing, barely aware of what I was doing.

Once things spread online, Yulian started getting bullied at school.

My parents thought I was a disgrace and cut ties with me.

I was fired from my job and lost my source of income. I had no choice but to hide with Yulian and live in a cave.

Then the heavy rain came, and we were buried alive by a landslide.

Thinking about that, all I wanted was to curse at Mason.

The door to the emergency room opened.

A nurse hurried over and asked, “Has the patient’s grandmother arrived? He’s losing a lot of blood. We need type A blood now!”

Mason sneered and shoved me forward.

“Her lover is on the way. How about you use her blood instead?”

“I’m the patient’s grandmother! I have type A blood! Use mine! You have to save my grandson!” shouted my mother-in-law, Susan Bennett.

Then, she rushed up to me and slapped me.

“You worthless woman! All you ever care about is work! If anything happens to my dear grandson, you’ll pay for it!”

Susan slapped me hard, but her fury did not fade. She swung her leg to kick me, but I managed to step aside.

She opened her mouth to swear at me, but the nurse stopped her. She glared at me.

“You’d better pray my grandson’s all right. If anything happens, I’ll make you pay with your life!”

Susan went with the nurse to give her blood. Mason sneered and scoffed.

“Mom, that child’s not your grandson.”

Susan stared at him in confusion. Mason said, “Willa cheated on me. I don’t even know whose child that is.”

Susan stopped dead in her tracks. She curled her fingers like claws and looked ready to rip me apart.

“I knew you’d sleep with anyone! You never stop!

“You dress like trash! You seduced my dance partner, but that wasn’t enough! You even went after the crippled beggar downstairs! I want that child’s life as payment for my suffering!”

I stared at them coldly.

A familiar figure approached from a distance.

She wore a white coat, but I would never forget her face.

She was Qiana Carter, the woman Mason had been seeing in my past life.

Mason grabbed the test report from her hand. He sneered when he saw the words [Not a biological match], then threw the report in my face.

“Willa, what else do you have to say for yourself?

“We’re getting a divorce! If you have any dignity left, leave with nothing to your name!”

I sneered.

So, they had this planned all along.

A paternity test result usually took at least a week.

In my past life, I was so flustered that I fell for their act and missed that tiny detail.

But how was Mason able to bribe five top hospitals at once?

Before I could react, Mason pulled the divorce papers from his bag.

“I suggest you be smart about this. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to tell everyone what kind of woman you are! Even if you don’t care about the shame you’ll face, can your son handle it?”

Susan stood nearby with her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“You shameless woman! You hid the truth from us for eighteen years! You stay in my house just to spread your filthy diseases to us, don’t you?”

She took a few steps back and looked at me in disgust.

The crowd quickly scattered.

Quiana stood with her hands on her hips and spoke with the authority of a doctor.

“Please don’t avoid seeing a doctor. The earlier it is detected, the sooner it can be treated. I can see your complexion is bad, and you have a few pimples on your face.”

Quiana frowned and let out a deep sigh.

“This is definitely syphilis. Considering your reckless private life, you probably have gonorrhea, genital warts, or HIV.

“Since these diseases can be passed from mother to child, I suggest your son get checked too.”

What nonsense! She was just making things up!

I watched Quiana shield her belly with her hand and deliver her self-righteous medical lecture.

That was when I finally understood why Mason had gone to such lengths to risk losing his own son just to stage all this.

A forty-five-year-old man, tempted by his young mistress, was expecting a child in his middle age!

I sneered.

“Mason, you know exactly who was reckless in this scenario!

“A paternity test at a normal hospital takes at least a week! I have every reason to suspect that you’re faking the results!”

Mason remained calm.

“Willa, you’ll keep making excuses to the very end! No matter how many hospitals you go to, the result will be the same.”

Mason was very confident, and I knew he was right.

In my past life, no matter how many times I tested Yulian and Mason’s hair, the DNA results were always the same.

I had agreed to do another paternity test a week later, but that was only to buy some time.

I had to find solid evidence during that time.

Otherwise, I would only be repeating the mistakes of my past life.

During the days I was at the hospital with Yulian, the online chatter never stopped.

The public loved a story about an affair, after all.

Many clickbait accounts ran pieces about sexually transmitted diseases and their dangers.

People online kept attacking me.

[Today, I saw this sick woman at the hospital. She is full of disease and still trying to seduce men! She jumps on any man she sees. People like her should just jump off a building!]

[That’s too easy for her. That woman should be doused in concentrated sulfuric acid and then slowly burned with white phosphorus!]

The online threats were cruel.

While I was handling Yulian’s discharge paperwork, a crazed woman suddenly rushed at me.

She threw concentrated sulfuric acid all over me.

“Today, I’ll carry out the justice myself!”

Even though I reacted in time, my clothes were badly burned.

The wall behind me smoked and caved in from the damage.

Bystanders excitedly aimed their cameras at us.

People online cheered. They even offered ways to secure the woman’s bail.

The whole internet was eager to see me punished.

During that time, I could do nothing. Not a single doctor would agree to see me.

I felt discouraged.

Could it be that even though I had returned to the past, I could not change my fate at all?

I searched every corner of the house again.

From what I knew about Mason, the place that seemed most dangerous was actually the safest.

Sure enough, I found several test reports in the locked bedside drawer.

The top three were paternity tests for Mason and Yulian. They showed that Mason was indeed Yulian’s father!

The five reports underneath all showed that Mason and Yulian were not biologically related.

When I saw the last test report, my eyes widened in disbelief.

It was no wonder that every paternity test I had done before had shown the same result. Mason was hiding a huge secret!