I Switched My Own Daughter on Purpose

chapter 3

I looked at Calvin, momentarily at a loss for words.

After years of marriage, I eagerly anticipated the arrival of this child.

But he personally tore apart this happiness, making me realize it was only my own expectation.

Seeing my silence, a trace of smugness flickered in Calvin's eyes.

Vivian went as far as pointing at me and cursing, outright claiming that Aurora was born from my affair.

She said, "I always knew you weren't a good person. At home, you're always flaunting yourself, just thinking about seducing others."

"When you gave birth, the delivery room was full of men, and you felt no shame. Turns out you've already been seen by everyone!"

"I will get to the bottom of this. I will never let an outsider take away our family's inheritance!"

Her sharp voice pierced my ears painfully.

I stared at her coldly, then turned to Calvin. "Do you think so too?"

He looked indifferent and spoke in a lofty tone. "Even if you're my wife, I can't accept this."

"All these years, I've catered to your every need, especially after you got pregnant. But you've trampled on my sincerity, so I won't tolerate it anymore!"

He spoke righteously, as if he had suffered a great insult.

I put on a hurt expression, covered my face, and said, "Just because the blood types don't match, you assume I cheated? Calvin, I've really misjudged you all these years."

"Why are you tarnishing my innocence?"

The surrounding mothers and their families, having seen Vivian's fierceness and now witnessing Calvin's true colors, showed sympathy and began speaking up for me.

"Different blood types prove nothing! Accusing someone of cheating like this is just too unreasonable."

"How can you make such wild guesses about something so serious? If you're wrong, you'll ruin your wife's entire life!"

"I used to think you deeply loved your wife, but now I see you don't trust her at all."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, but Calvin neither got angry nor upset; instead, a barely noticeable hint of delight flashed in his eyes.

He said, "Then let's do a paternity test. Blood types might be wrong, but DNA doesn't lie!"

"If Aurora isn't my child, Evie, I want you to leave with nothing! Do you dare?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Who wouldn't dare? Let's go right now! If it turns out you falsely accused me, then you'll be the one leaving with nothing!"

Calvin looked smug, his eyes full of excitement from his plan's success.

We went straight to the testing center for blood sampling.

On the way, Calvin had already spread the news widely, posting several videos online, and the buzz quickly escalated.

Relatives called one after another, and even reporters followed from the hospital to the testing center.

He welcomed everyone, tearfully recounting his story of deep affection and cruel betrayal.

I watched coldly, but my mind was racing.

Before the checkup, I confirmed the child had type O blood, but AB blood was still detectedit must have been an error during the checkup process.

But Calvin wasn't afraid of the testwhy was he so confident?

Suddenly, a thought struck me, and a guess flashed through my mind. I immediately lowered my head to message my parents.

When we walked out of the identification center, Calvin confidently said, "Evie, I'll make you pay. You brought all this on yourself."

I looked up at him, my expression still calm.

Calvin wouldn't know that this time, no matter the result, he could never get his way.