I heard the inner thoughts of the baby in the next bed. "Mommy is so stupid, I was swapped by the bad lady and she didn't even notice, still holding the fake one." Without hesitation, I held the baby in my arms tighter. "Mommy, why are you so dumb! You're holding the wrong baby! Hurry back!" I turned around and took a deep look at the baby in the next bed. The voice was ecstatic: "Mommy looked at me, did she finally realize!" Then, I walked away without looking back. 1 "Mommy is so stupid, I was swapped by the bad lady and she didn't even notice, still holding the fake one." My arms tightened around the baby. This was a double room. The woman in the next bed and I had both just given birth to daughters. At this moment, she was in the bathroom and had asked me to watch her daughter for a moment, leaving me alone with two babies. Just then, my daughter stirred awake, her little mouth opening as if about to cry. I quickly hugged her close, ready to comfort her, when I heard a strange voice. This familiar voice almost brought me to tears. But I ignored the voice completely, focusing on soothing my daughter, feeding her, and humming softly. "Mommy, I'm your real daughter! That fake just knows how to pretend to be pitiful to make your heart ache. I'm so good, I don't cry or fuss, I'm so easy to raise." "Mommy, I saw the little clothes you bought for me. It's a pity I won't get to wear them, the fake is going to wear them away." Listening to these inner thoughts, my heart remained unmoved. The daughter in my arms was finally coaxed into drinking milk obediently. The other woman finally came out of the bathroom. Seeing me holding the baby, she looked a bit smug: "When the babies were just born, everyone said your baby was like a kitten, so weak, while mine was lively. Didn't expect that in just a few days, the two would swap personalities. Do you think they were swapped by mistake?" Hearing her words, I just smiled and didn't reply. That night, I urged my husband to handle the discharge procedures, preparing to leave the hospital directly for the confinement center. The woman in the next bed was surprised: "Aren't you staying a few more days? Why leave today?" I still didn't reply, directing my husband to pack our things. As we were leaving, I heard that voice again. "Mommy, why are you so dumb! You're holding the wrong baby! Hurry back!" I turned around and took a deep look at the baby in the next bed. The voice was ecstatic: "Mommy looked at me, did she finally realize!" Then, I walked away without looking back. In my past life, I was fooled by this child's "inner thoughts," and personally swapped my own daughter for someone else's child. I thought it was a gift from heaven, but didn't expect it was a demon. 2 In my previous life, possessed by a moment of madness, I swapped the two children. The woman in the next bed had said almost the same things. We each took a child away. For the next twenty-plus years, I raised the child with care. But that strange inner voice lingered. The voice inadvertently revealed that my best friend's husband molested her, but she was too afraid to speak. When I saw the wounds on her body, I went straight to my best friend's house, demanding an apology from the couple. Even though my best friend's husband insisted he never touched my daughter, I believed the child. The scars on her body couldn't have appeared out of nowhere, right? That day ended with me falling out with my best friend, never contacting her again. Among the inheritance my parents left me were several precious gems. One day, these gems vanished. The inner voice secretly told me that my mother-in-law had snuck into my room. After finding the gems in my mother-in-law's bag, I refused to listen to her defense and forced my husband to make her move out. Later, the inner voice told me my husband was cheating. By then, I trusted that inexplicable voice implicitly. Without any investigation, I chose to divorce my husband directly. When signing the divorce papers, my husband sighed: "Anne, I suggest you see a psychiatrist. Don't you feel that ever since our daughter was born, you've become paranoid?" I thought it was his mockery after cheating, and cursed him on the spot, disregarding our past feelings. Because in my eyes, he betrayed me first. I was just protecting myself, venting for myself. My husband shook his head, didn't argue, but instead said: "If you have any trouble in the future, you can call me. No matter what, I will be there for you. From beginning to end, I never cheated, mentally or physically." I stared at him blankly. The love in his eyes hadn't disappeared at all, just like when he passionately confessed to me, and passionately proposed to me. That deep affection made me doubt for the first time—was there something wrong with the inner voice I heard? But soon, I dismissed the thought. My daughter was only three years old, didn't interact with strange people, and hadn't even reached the age to attend kindergarten. What could she know? That was her inner voice. She wasn't speaking aloud; could she still lie to me? As for my husband, he was an adult in his thirties. Maybe he had learned to disguise himself when I wasn't looking. I raised my three-year-old daughter alone. Because of the inner voice, I never restricted her actions. In my eyes, my daughter was always a well-behaved and sensible child. Without any effort, I knew what she liked to eat, what she liked to do, who she disliked, and which boy was pursuing her recently. Just like that, twenty years flashed by. Watching my daughter grow into a young woman, my health started to deteriorate. I slept nearly twenty hours a day. My daughter took me to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor spoke evasively, unwilling to reveal more. But I learned from my daughter's inner voice that I had a rare disease, incurable in this lifetime, and my days were numbered. Spending money on treatment would only extend my life by a few months without alleviating any pain. I sat in a daze all night. After dawn, I called a lawyer and transferred all my assets to my daughter's name. House, car, savings, company. But I was too worried about my daughter. She was so pure, like a blank sheet of paper untouched by the world. So I called my ex-husband, forcing him to give his assets to our daughter as well, and demanding he pay close attention to her. On the phone, my ex-husband sounded tentative: "Anne, our things will be hers sooner or later. Why are you suddenly so anxious?" Perhaps because the years had smoothed my edges, and time was short, I didn't argue with him. I simply described my condition and my intention to give up treatment. Hearing I had a terminal illness, my ex-husband appeared at my door half an hour later. He dragged me to get a new checkup. I couldn't resist him, so we went to the hospital together. This wasn't the hospital from my last checkup, but the procedures were similar. Yet, the new report shocked me. My body indicators were normal, but a large amount of sleeping pill residue was detected in my blood. My ex-husband grabbed my hand, wanting me to call the police. But my heart went cold. I shook my head and told him I needed to go home and clarify this with my daughter. Helpless, he nodded. I refused his request to confront our daughter with me. After sending him away, I sat at home alone, waiting for her return. Recently, the daughter who cooked for me every day came home. Seeing me, she just stared silently. I spoke first: "What exactly are you?" My daughter looked at me and suddenly smiled: "Mom, you know?" Then that familiar voice rang in my ear again. "But so what if you know? Everything of yours is mine now." I thought she wouldn't dare hurt me in a society ruled by law. But unexpectedly, she easily strangled my neck, using ruthless force and refusing to let go. I struggled, but couldn't break free from her hands. When I woke up again, I was back in the hospital room more than twenty years ago. 3 Lying in the confinement center, holding the daughter in my arms, my tears flowed down instantly. Seeing everything settled, my husband was about to hold the baby, but I urged him: "Do a DNA test right now." My husband looked surprised and a bit troubled: "Honey, won't this hurt the baby? I never suspected this child wasn't ours." Looking at my ignorant husband, I shook my head: "I need to confirm this is my child." My husband laughed: "This is your child. I haven't left her side since she was born. But since you have doubts, let's do a paternity test." I was truly anxious, wishing to verify immediately, so I used the power of money. In less than twenty-four hours, the paternity test report came out. Seeing that this child was indeed my biological daughter, my tears flowed down again. "What's wrong, don't cry. Honey, read fewer novels about real and fake heiresses. Read more sweet stories about CEOs loving their wives... Okay okay, I won't say it, read whatever you want, little ancestor please stop crying." In my husband's arms, I cried uncontrollably. After wiping my tears, I told my husband about hearing the other baby's inner voice, but hid the fact of my rebirth. Hearing my story, my husband frowned: "Honey, maybe read fewer 'mind-reading' novels for a while? Could you be hallucinating from reading too much fiction?" "I'm not joking with you." Seeing my serious demeanor, my husband put away his playful attitude. He held my hand: "Since you say so, I understand. Don't worry, I won't let that child appear in front of you again. And I will absolutely never mistake our daughter." 4 I spent a peaceful week at the confinement center. But unexpectedly, a week later, when I went downstairs for a walk, that inner voice haunted me again like a ghost. "What a coincidence, seeing Mommy at the same confinement center again. Wonder if Mommy can recognize me this time." "This fake mommy is so bad, ignores me every day, secretly hits me, pinches me. My body is full of marks from her pinching." Hearing this voice, I instinctively looked towards the door and saw that woman pushing a stroller. Seeing me, the woman's eyes lit up: "Oh my, isn't this Anne from the next bed? What a coincidence, you're at this center too. Come see my daughter, she's grown so much in a few days, so pretty." Saying this, she tried to shove her daughter into my arms. I took a step back. A corner of the little blanket on her daughter revealed the baby's hand. There were marks one after another, looking like pinches. These marks didn't look like something a baby could fake. Is this another trick of the inner voice? I couldn't help but associate it with what happened in my previous life. I dodged the woman's movement. She continued talking to herself: "Sigh, honestly, now that my daughter has opened up, she looks a bit like you. Do you think we might have swapped babies by mistake?" Simultaneously, the inner voice transmitted. "Of course like, we are mother and daughter connected by blood. Mommy, I've been beaten like this by this fake mommy, but don't be sad. Seeing Mommy living well, I'm relieved." "Mommy it hurts so much, Mommy..." The calls of "Mommy" were incessant. I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, clutching my stomach: "Ouch, my wound hurts a bit." Just then, my husband returned from work. Seeing me clutching my stomach, he hurried to my side: "What's wrong? Honey, let me help you back." Seeing my husband appear, the woman stopped talking and left with the baby.
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