The Trap Replays

After the checkup, I carried the baby back to the ward. Not long after, Jensen arrived with his mother, carrying dinner. "Roxy, I made you some chicken soup. Come—drink it while it's hot."

As soon as he opened the thermos, the rich aroma of chicken soup filled the room. Jensen handed me a bowl with a smile. "If you like it, I'll bring it every day. Don't ever feel bad about asking for anything. My salary card's with you—buy whatever you want."

He looked at me tenderly, his gaze full of affection and concern. The other mothers in the ward couldn't help but glance over in envy.

"A man who dotes on his wife like that is rare these days. He earns money and takes care of his family."

"So lucky. With a husband like that, life must be easy. She can just stay home and raise the baby."

"Unlike my husband—he insists we split every expense down to the last dollar."

I glanced at Jensen, who met my eyes with that same sincere, glowing look—the perfect picture of a devoted husband. In my past life, he had fooled everyone with this same act, painting himself as the innocent, loving man while destroying me behind the scenes. Everyone had believed him.

This time, I wasn't going to play along. I set down my spoon and let out a cold laugh. "Give it a rest. You didn't even make this soup—it's takeout you ordered with my family card. You pretend to be generous by handing over your salary card, but every single thing I buy gets questioned like an interrogation. Even if I spend two dollars on bread, you demand an explanation. And when your mother bullies me, all you ever say is to 'let it go.' Don't kid yourself—you've never really cared about me."

The women who had been praising him now turned their suspicious eyes toward Jensen.

He hadn't expected my outburst and stared at me in shock, pretending to look hurt. "Honey, what are you talking about?"

Before I could answer, a nurse came in holding several medical forms. Jensen seized the opportunity like a lifeline and hurried over. "Let me see the baby's test results."

His mother crowded in behind him, while I was subtly left standing aside. Watching the two of them huddled together, an uneasy feeling twisted in my gut.

A moment later, Jensen's eyes went wide. "Why is the baby's blood type AB? That's impossible!"

His mother let out a shriek. "My son's blood type is O! How could he have an AB-type daughter?"

Then she turned her fury on me, her voice sharp enough to pierce glass. "Roxanne, what did you do? This child isn't a Highmore!"

The commotion drew a doctor over, who frowned and scolded, "Ma'am, please don't shout in public."

However, that only emboldened her. She grabbed the doctor's coat and began wailing, "Doctor, tell us what's going on! The mother's blood type is A, the father's is O, but the baby's came out AB—how is that possible?!"

The doctor frowned deeper. "Normally, A and O blood types can't produce an AB-type child, but—"

She slapped her thigh and cut him off. "I knew it! It's that shameless woman, Roxanne!"

Jensen continued his performance, lowering his head with a heavy sigh. "That can't be, Mom. I believe Roxy. Maybe the babies got switched."

But the nurse quickly interjected, "That's impossible. Our procedures are extremely strict. Every newborn wears an identification band right after birth—there's no way they were switched."

In just a few exchanges, the narrative was set—and I was the villain once again.

Jensen's mother glared at me with hatred, crying out dramatically, "Heavens, how could we have let a woman like her into our home?! She'd fooled around with another man and brought his bastard into our family! What a disgrace!"

The ward filled with murmurs and pitying sighs. Jensen turned to me, his face dark with fury. "Roxanne Wenner, what have I ever done to you? Why would you betray me like this?"

The Proof He Wanted

I stared at Jensen, unable to find any words. After so many years of marriage, I'd longed for this child with all my heart. But Jensen had torn those dreams apart with his own hands, showing me that all along, it was nothing more than my own wishful thinking.

When I didn't respond, a flash of triumph glimmered in his eyes. His mother, emboldened, pointed at me and began to curse, spitting venom with every word. "I knew you were trouble from the start—always swaying your hips around the house, trying to seduce someone. Even when you gave birth, the delivery room was full of men! Shameless woman, flashing yourself for everyone to see! Don't think you can steal our family's fortune. I'll make sure the truth comes out!"

Her voice was sharp enough to cut glass, stabbing into everyone's ears. I turned to Jensen with a cold gaze. "You think the same too?"

He straightened, feigning righteous indignation. "Even if you're my wife, I can't accept something like this. I've always treated you well, given you everything you wanted since you got pregnant—and this is how you repay me? I won't be anyone's fool!" He sounded so wounded, so noble, as though he were the victim of some great betrayal.

I put on a look of hurt, covering my face as I said, "So you've decided I cheated, just because of a blood test? Jensen, I really misjudged you. How could you slander me like this?"

The other mothers and family members in the ward, who had already seen how cruel his mother was, began to frown. Whatever image Jensen had built as a loving husband was crumbling fast.

"A different blood type isn't proof of anything. Accusing her of cheating over that? That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, this kind of thing should be double-checked. What if it's a mistake?"

"I thought you really loved your wife, but I guess you're just another mama's boy—no trust at all."

Jensen didn't get angry. In fact, there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He seized the moment and said smoothly, "Let's do a paternity test then. If the blood type can't prove it, the test will. Once the results are out, if this child isn't mine, you leave with nothing. Do you dare?"

I gave a short, cold laugh. "Why wouldn't I dare? But if it turns out you've accused me wrongly, you'll walk out with nothing."

Jensen's face lit with smug excitement—he thought victory was already his.

We went straight to the DNA testing center and gave our blood samples on the spot. Along the way, Jensen made sure everyone knew what was happening. He posted multiple videos online, the story spreading like wildfire. Calls from relatives poured in, and even reporters followed us from the hospital to the testing center. Jensen, ever the actor, welcomed the attention—eyes red, voice trembling as he told his sob story of love and betrayal.

I watched him coldly, my mind racing. I had double-checked before the exam—the baby's blood type had been O. So how had it come back AB? The only explanation was that something had gone wrong during the checkup. But Jensen's confidence was unsettling. Why was he so sure?

Then it hit me. A spark of realization flashed through my mind, and I quickly lowered my head to text my parents.

When we stepped out of the testing center, Jensen looked utterly certain of his victory. "Roxanne, you'll pay for what you've done. You brought this on yourself!"

I remained calm. He had no idea that no matter what the results said this time, things wouldn't go the way he expected.

The Result Went Live

While waiting for the paternity test results, I moved out of the house and contacted a lawyer to prepare for a divorce lawsuit. When Jensen found out, he let out a mocking laugh. "You'd be better off saving that money for living expenses. After all, you'll be out on the streets soon enough."

His face glowed with satisfaction as he busied himself online, soaking up public sympathy. Within days, he'd built a loyal following. Every time he went live, he'd cry on camera about how he'd been betrayed and humiliated, claiming he was the real victim.

Some questioned him—saying he was jumping to conclusions before the results were even out, that it all looked staged. But even more people rushed to his defense, swearing to avenge his "suffering."

'You know nothing! You think a man can't tell if his wife has cheated on him? The poor guy must've been suffering in silence for a long time before flipping out when he realized he'd be raising another man's child!'

'Real men don't cry unless it's unbearable. Who'd air their dirty laundry unless they were pushed too far?'

'Is the blood type not enough proof?! That cheating woman deserves to lose everything she has!'

My social media wasn't spared either. It was flooded with vicious curses and hateful comments from self-proclaimed justice warriors. I didn't reply. Instead, I had my lawyer quietly gathering evidence—this time, I would make sure every single one of them paid the price.

In my previous life, those same people had hunted me down, posting my address online, sending threats, even throwing paint at my door until depression consumed me. This time, I wasn't going to let any of them off easy.

When the day finally came for the paternity test results, Jensen decided to unseal the envelope live. The stream's view count exploded; thousands of viewers flooded in to witness my supposed downfall.

The moment I appeared on screen, the chat erupted into chaos.

'Cheating tramp! How could you betray a man who loved you?'

'Take your bastard and leave! Jensen deserves a better woman!'

'Cheaters should pay! Trying to pass off another man's child as your husband's heir—disgusting!'

Jensen's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Roxanne, even if you beg now, it's too late. Just watch."

His mother stood behind him, gloating. "That's right! My son's famous now—you don't deserve him. We're exposing you today, and you're leaving with nothing! Every bracelet, every necklace, every cent you spent—it all comes back to us!"

Even the nurse who had handled the earlier blood test chimed in with a self-righteous tone. "Mr. Highmore's love for his wife has touched us all, but sadly, he loved the wrong person. I can assure everyone—the blood test was accurate, and the paternity results will be too."

Jensen, glowing with pride, tore open the first envelope. The report was clear—black text on white paper—stating that the child had no biological relation to him. He held the paper up to the camera, face twisted in feigned fury. "Here it is—proof that Roxanne cheated. The child isn't mine!"

The livestream exploded, the chat filled with curses, disgust, and endless condemnation. Jensen tried to suppress his glee as he opened the second envelope—the one with my test results. "Everyone, take a look. Put the two results side by side, and you'll see—"

He stopped mid-sentence. His voice faltered as his eyes froze on the page. Slowly, the color drained from his face, leaving him pale as paper.