My mother-in-law, Daisy Rothbart, gets pregnant around the same time I do. We even give birth to baby boys via cesarean sections on the same day.

However, her infant dies later, and that's when she suddenly starts showering my son, Casey Dyson, with all her love and attention.

After Casey officially takes over the family business one day, my husband, Jerome Dyson, and I die in an accident out at sea.

However, my spirit remains close to Casey even after my death, and that's when I find out that he starts calling Daisy "Mom" while crying in relief.

It is only then that I learn that the son I'd been bringing up for 20 years had been secretly switched at birth by none other than Daisy.

When I open my eyes again, I realize that I'd traveled back in time to the day when Daisy and I were both scheduled to undergo cesarean sections at the hospital.

My husband, Jerome Dyson, and I, Winter Montez, drowned in a freak accident out at sea.

Although my body was gone, my soul was still around, and I found myself hanging around my son, Casey Dyson.

I watched as Casey organized a full funeral procession for Jerome and me, looking every bit exhausted and disheartened, like he was barely holding it together.

However, as soon as the funeral procession was over, he threw down the bunch of white lilies impatiently and said, "Oh, my god! Those two old fools are finally dead. They just wouldn't die for years! Luckily, we succeeded this time!"

I was shocked. Old fools? Was he really referring to Jerome and me?

Casey stared at our tombstones, the hatred in his eyes making my chest tighten in shock.

Why did Casey hate us so much? We were both his birth parents! We had invested 20 years of our lives bringing him up to the best of our ability. We had even put his name down as the sole payee and benefactor on both Jerome's and my insurance policies.

Just then, my mother-in-law, Daisy Rothbart, went up to Casey and asked, "Do you think the police will suspect that we were involved in the incident?"

Casey gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry. I made sure there were no clues left that could ever point to us as the perpetrators. Anyway, the police have already ruled their deaths as a freak accident leading to sudden death. They could only blame it on their bad luck!"

I felt as if I'd just been struck by lightning. So, did that mean that the accident that killed both Jerome and me had been orchestrated all along? And by Casey, our only beloved son, of all people?

I couldn't help recalling then how often Jerome and I kept running into dire and life-threatening situations right after Casey came of age and inherited the family business from us. However, each time, Jerome and I would manage to escape unscathed.

This time, it had also been Casey who had suggested that we go water skiing in the middle of the ocean. As it turned out, our line snapped, and both Jerome and I got caught in the strong currents before drowning at sea.

But why? Why did Casey want to do this to us?

Before I could even start asking myself the right questions, I suddenly saw Casey throwing his arms around Daisy, the woman he'd been calling "Grandma" for years, and crying out, "Mom!

"Finally, I can publicly acknowledge you as my mother now! I'm sorry for letting you suffer for so many years, Mom, watching as I acknowledged other people as my own parents instead of you!"

Daisy was also in tears when she hugged him back.

"I know. However, we must ensure that the Dyson family business is passed down only to those who are related to the Dyson family by blood. I refuse to allow it to be passed down to outsiders!"

I finally understood the entire situation after listening to what Daisy just said.

Back in the days, Daisy had found out that she was pregnant right after her husband, Perry Dyson, had suddenly passed away from a stroke. She had gotten pregnant a whole ten days earlier than I.

Both Jerome and I kept trying to get her to abort the baby, scared for her health, but Daisy started weeping and begging us tearfully so that she could keep the baby. She threatened to take her own life if we forced her to terminate the last baby she had with Perry.

We weren't able to talk any sense into her, so there was nothing we could do but let her keep the baby.

Daisy was well advanced in age, so hers was an extremely high-risk pregnancy. Since she had treated me quite well as her daughter-in-law, I made sure to often send her plenty of vitamins and supplements suitable for pregnant women while she was carrying.

After giving birth, I even arranged for her to go to a very expensive postpartum recovery and retreat center that cost tens of thousands of dollars for the length of her stay.

It was also through Daisy's conversation with Casey that I realized Jerome was not Daisy's and Perry's biological son.

That was the main reason why Daisy had risked her health by getting pregnant so that she could give birth to an heir who was truly related to them by blood. Then, she could take back the family business from Jerome by switching the babies at birth.

However, Daisy had been worried that people would find out about her evil plan, so she had brutally murdered my baby after switching him with her own. This way, her baby would also be able to receive the love and care from the rest of the family as he should.

Daisy had pretended to be completely disheartened and in despair when "her baby" died. She'd then come over to our house to help us look after "my baby" instead.

In other words, the baby boy who died 20 years ago was actually my son, and the child I'd raised for the same amount of time, with my blood, sweat, and tears invested in him, actually belonged to someone else. To think that he even killed Jerome and me with his own hands later on!

I wanted nothing more than to rush up to Daisy and Casey and tear them apart for doing such a thing to us. However, a split second later, I found myself shrouded in darkness.

When I woke up again, I saw Daisy standing in front of me, yapping nonstop about something.

"Winter, I'm so thankful for you and Jerome. Back in the days when I was pregnant with him, I never had the chance to deliver in a private hospital and then recover at such an expensive postpartum recovery and retreat center later on.

"I'm sure that Perry would be so happy and grateful, too, if he were still with us today."

I then realized that I had been given a second chance at life, and I had returned to the day when both Daisy and I were scheduled to undergo cesarean sections to give birth to our baby boys.

However, the hatred in my eyes must have been a little too obvious for her. Daisy was stunned briefly before asking, "What's wrong, Winter?"

Jerome was right next to me, giving me moral support, when he also caught sight of the expression on my face. He asked in concern, "What's wrong, dear? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Although I was filled with rage and hatred for what was about to come, things still hadn't happened yet. So, I pondered it for a while.

The switch had to have happened right after the cesarean procedures. That was because the postpartum recovery and retreat center allocated separate rooms for both Daisy and me, and it would have been harder for her to switch the babies then.

I calmed myself down and wiped off the last trace of hatred on my face. Then, I smiled at Daisy and said, "Daisy, we're a family, after all. The child in your belly is Jerome's baby brother. And since you're willing to risk your life to bring him into the world, it's a given that we treat both you and him like royalty!"

Then, I turned to Jerome and said, "Honey, I feel like using the toilet for a bit. Can you please come with me? We'll let Daisy go in for the procedure first."

Jerome didn't suspect a thing and helped me to my feet before heading toward the toilet.

While walking toward the door, Daisy kept staring at my belly with a smug, confident look on her face.

After hearing the nurses outside preparing Daisy for the procedure, I quickly grabbed Jerome's hand and said, "Jerry, I think the internet has a point. I don't want to undergo a cesarean anymore. Let's just wait for a natural birth instead!"

Jerome was confused. "Weren't you the one who said that you wanted to undergo a cesarean with Mom on the same day? Didn't you say something about double the joy with double birthdays or something?"

Double the joy? Over my dead body!

Daisy had planted that idea in my head and repeated it to me daily until it was drilled into my system that natural birth would be more painful and risky compared to a cesarean procedure. If not for that, I would never have agreed to it.

Still, I couldn't possibly tell Jerome that I was reliving my life, or that I'd traveled back in time. That was too preposterous. However, I also didn't dare to wait until after the first switch had happened to switch my baby back. I didn't want Daisy to have a chance to do anything terrible to my son.

At this rate, the best bet was to give birth on separate days with her. That way, Daisy wouldn't have a chance to switch our babies anymore.

After all, my pregnancy wasn't at its full term yet. I had only brought forward the date because of Daisy's request to give birth on the same day.

Jerome was still as confused as ever, but he agreed to my suggestion anyway.

Finally, I managed to leave the hospital after all that stress. On the way back home, I made sure to order a few hidden surveillance cameras online, just in case I would need them someday.

As soon as we got home, however, I stood shocked at the door.

"Here, Daisy. Have some creamy spinach soup. Be careful—it's still very hot! Don't burn your tongue!"

That was Nancy Redwood, the live-in nanny that Jerone had hired to take care of me during my pregnancy. She was now happily serving Daisy a steaming bowl of soup at the dinner table.

More importantly, Daisy's baby belly was still present. She was still pregnant and had not given birth yet.

When Nancy saw that Jerome and I had come home, she hurried into the kitchen to bring out another bowl of soup for me.

"You're back too, Winter. Come and sit. Have some soup while it's still fresh and hot! I just made it a while ago."

As I sat down at the table, Daisy began to pout. "Winter, how could you not even bother telling me that you weren't going through with the cesarean today after all?

"I was already all propped up on the operating table when the nurses told me that you'd changed your mind. I told her that if that was the case, I wasn't going to undergo the procedure today, either!"

Daisy was a little indignant as she continued chiding me.

"Look, it's not that I'm being difficult on purpose, but even if you don't trust the surgeon you picked out yourself, you can't just abandon me at the hospital like that! What kind of trick are you trying to play on me?"

Jerome defended me at once and tried to explain things. "Mom, Winter would never play tricks on you."

Seeing that Jerome was taking my side instead of hers, Daisy's frown deepened. "Jerome Dyson! I am carrying your deceased father's baby in my womb! He is going to be your little brother!"

I scoffed. "I had always planned to have a natural birth. You were the one who kept bugging me to undergo a cesarean. So, how is it my fault that I didn't want to get the procedure now after all?"

Daisy was starting to lose her cool. She pointed at me, so furious that her finger shook. "What do you mean by saying that I'd been bugging you to do it? I was simply looking out for you!

"Don't you know how cumbersome it is to have a natural birth? And now, you're saying that you're not the one at fault for changing your mind at the last minute?"

Jerome quickly got between us both and tried to keep the peace. He gently clapped Daisy on the back and said, "Mom, you've misunderstood Winter.

"The doctor actually recommended we go for a natural birth after Winter's pregnancy is at full term. That's why we changed our mind about the cesarean procedure and left."

Daisy's eyes doubled in size when she realized that I had indeed changed my mind about having the cesarean procedure. Immediately, she tried convincing me otherwise.

"Look, Winter, I underwent a cesarean procedure when I had Jerome. And look at him today! He's tall, strong, smart, and handsome, too! You have to take my advice because I've been there and done that!"

Nancy chimed in as well, "That's right, Winter. It's not good to have a natural birth. See, so many pregnant mothers experience dystocia while giving birth and end up bleeding to death. It's just too risky for you!"

I was beginning to get impatient. "The doctor recommended that I have a natural birth. Are you telling me that you're far more knowledgeable than a gynecologist? Also, it's my choice whether I want to have a cesarean or a natural birth.

"Daisy, you're absolutely welcome to undergo a cesarean since you like it so much, but I'm not going to do it!"

I set down my bowl angrily and looked at Daisy with icy eyes. "And if you think that my gynecologist is not good enough or professional enough for you, then you can go back to your own village and have your baby there!"

Daisy's mouth opened slightly as she racked her brains for a comeback, but she had nothing. In the end, she blurted, "I'm just looking out for you."

I probably would have believed her if I hadn't had any memories of my past life.

There were just too many people who said that they were only doing such things because they were looking out for others, when in fact, they just wanted to ruin other people's lives. And to add on to that, I knew that Daisy had a motive all along.

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes in exasperation. I said coldly, "I'm going to bed. If you don't have any further business with us, then I'll ask Jerry to send you home."

At that moment, Daisy seemingly found another trick up her sleeve as she looked at Jerome with a conflicted look on her face. "Jerome, can't you see that I'm about to go into labor very soon?

"It's going to be very hard on me if I have to travel such a long distance from my village to the hospital here. Would it be okay if I stayed here with you and Winter for the next few days?"

I could tell at once what her next plans were. She was planning to make her presence known at home while spending every day convincing me to undergo the cesarean procedure with her so that she could easily switch our babies.