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Clarissa and Eleanor were still out cold when the doctor came to me with a heavy heart. “I’m sorry, but it’s too late. If you’d brought them in earlier, when the kidney failure wasn’t so severe, there might have been a chance. But now…”
I thanked him, my chest tight.
Then I called Reginald to fill him in.
He was furious on the other end of the line, his voice shaking with rage. “Good riddance! They got what they deserved! Trying to swap the babies, after all that? Unbelievable!”
I told him to stay with his parents and keep an eye on the baby. He had to make sure neither
Clarissa nor Eleanor could get anywhere near him.
He assured me he would take care of it.
After hanging up, Clarissa slowly started to wake up. Her first words were a desperate whisper, “Nadia, where’s my baby? How’s he doing?”
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I pulled out the footage of Eleanor putting salt in the
formula. “I’ve always treated you two well, but why did you do this to me?
You pushed me when my water broke, then stayed in my house, and had my mom put salt in my baby’s formula. It’s a miracle my baby survived while yours died!
Clarissa’s face twisted in disbelief as she sobbed, shaking her head. “No… no way. It shouldn’t
be my child who died! It should have been yours!”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The anger I’d bottled up for so long exploded, and I slapped her hard across the face. Her cheek immediately swelled, and blood trickled from the corner of her
mouth.
But Clarissa didn’t seem to feel it. She didn’t care about the pain. Instead, she screamed, “This is so unfair! You got it all! Sweet in–laws, and a rich, handsome, loving man who’s always there for you! Meanwhile, I’m stuck with a nasty mother–in–law and a husband who died young!” Clarissa seemed to have lost her mind. She actually started laughing as she looked at n “I’ll make sure your baby dies. If I can’t have what you’ve got, then I’ll take the one thing you love
most.
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even get to have your own? You shouldn’t have kids, ever!
Your baby may have survived now, but sooner or later, it’ll die. It will!”
I slapped her again, my voice cold as I spoke, “It’s a shame, isn’t it? My baby’s fine, and yours is gone. You only have yourself to blame for trusting my mother, who couldn’t even tell regular formula from the kind with salt in it….
This is karma. You brought it upon yourselves.”
Clarissa shot me a venomous look. “You killed my child. I won’t forget this. I’ll make you pay.”
I pointed at my phone. “If you’re so sure, go find the person who actually killed your kid. Stop wasting your time throwing threats at me. I didn’t do this. The person you’re looking for? They’re living right next door.”
With that, I turned and walked out of the hospital without looking back.
But instead of heading home, I went to stay at my in–laws‘ house, deciding it would be safer
there for a while. I figured I’d wait until Clarissa had gone after Eleanor.
But I didn’t expect her to act so fast.
A few days later, I got a call from the police, asking me to come to the hospital.
When I got there, I learned that after being discharged, Clarissa had kept her cool. She and Eleanor showed up at my house first, knocking on the door for hours. They were convinced I was hiding inside, avoiding them. The two of them argued non–stop, blaming each other for Cedric’s
death.
It got so loud that the property manager had to step in and warn them. If they didn’t leave, they’d call the cops. That’s when they finally stormed off, grumbling and frustrated.
They headed home, but it looked like Clarissa had finally realized who was really at fault.
Eleanor.
It was Eleanor’s blunder that caused the baby swap to fail. It was Eleanor who couldn’t even
tell the difference between the regular formula and the one with salt, leading to her child’s death
from kidney failure.
On the surface, Clarissa and Eleanor were friendly, but behind closed doors, Clarissa was
plotting. She drugged Eleanor to make sure she stayed unconscious. Then, she locked the doors
and windows, turned on the gas, and left her to die.
By the time the neighbors smelled the gas the next morning, it was too late. Eleanor had
passed away.
But Clarissa? She was gone.
Security footage showed her walking toward the bridge, but after that, she just disappeared.
The police thought she might’ve jumped, but I wasn’t buying it.
Eventually, thanks to my persistence, the police found Clarissa. But by then, she was already
dead.
It turned out that Clarissa had walked to the bridge, maybe to clear her head or maybe‘ end it all. She ran into a group of homeless men, who had the misfortune of finding her late at
night. They dragged her into an underpass.
The men held her there for days, torturing her until she bled out. By the time the cops found
It was Eleanor’s blunder that caused the baby swap to fail. It was Eleanor who couldn’t even tell the difference between the regular formula and the one with salt, leading to her child’s death
from kidney failure.
On the surface, Clarissa and Eleanor were friendly, but behind closed doors, Clarissa was plotting. She drugged Eleanor to make sure she stayed unconscious. Then, she locked the doors
and windows, turned on the gas, and left her to die.
By the time the neighbors smelled the gas the next morning, it was too late. Eleanor had
passed away.
But Clarissa? She was gone.
Security footage showed her walking toward the bridge, but after that, she just disappeared.
The police thought she might’ve jumped, but I wasn’t buying it.
Eventually, thanks to my persistence, the police found Clarissa. But by then, she was already
dead.
It turned out that Clarissa had walked to the bridge, maybe to clear her head or maybe to
end it all. She ran into a group of homeless men, who had the misfortune of finding her late at
night. They dragged her into an underpass.
The men held her there for days, torturing her until she bled out. By the time the cops found
her, her body was already decaying.
The homeless men didn’t care. They were happy to be arrested, figuring at least they’d get
free food in prison. They didn’t even resist, quickly admitting to the crime. With smiles on their
faces, they were taken away.
The nightmare from my past life was finally over. The people who had hurt so many were finally facing the consequences.
I looked at my lively, healthy son and let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
The End
The End
