Kylie was clueless that her son Logan wasn’t hers until she took a DNA test with him 27 years later and got the shock of her life. She was furious beyond words and wanted answers from the maternity hospital where she had given birth – only to hear the startling fact that her baby had been exchanged with another woman.
Kylie came from a humble background and knew that money could provide for basic needs, but love and togetherness were more important. Her parents adored her and encouraged her to attend university despite their financial issues. It was there she met the man of her dreams, Sebastian.
Sebastian was wealthy, the only heir to his father’s firm. But their differences didn’t stop them from marrying and settling in a modest home in California.
When Kylie became pregnant three years later, Sebastian arranged for her to see the top doctor in town. But Kylie insisted on giving birth in the same place her mother had – a modest hospital in California. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Kylie was shocked to learn her baby was switched. | Source: Shutterstock
Unfortunately, Sebastian was away on business at the time Kylie gave birth. When he arrived, their baby was already in Kylie’s arms.
“Sebastian!” she cried joyfully. “Look at him! Isn’t he lovely?”
“He is, darling. He’s stunning, exactly like you! I love you both!” Sebastian kissed Kylie on the cheek and carefully cradled their newborn in his arms. His half-closed eyes looked at him innocently and his touch was the greatest joy for Sebastian. He couldn’t stop crying as he held their kid in his arms. Everything looked perfect! He would be the best father and Kylie, the best mother!
As Logan grew up, he registered similar physical features to them, including pitch-black hair and brown eyes that had deepened from blue at birth. As a result, they never questioned the possibility of their baby not being theirs.
People would sometimes glance at Logan and remark on his gorgeous dark brown eyes, which everyone in Sebastian’s family had. “Your boy is beautiful,” a mother at his school once told Kylie. “I bet he takes after his father! You know, sons that take after their father are lucky!” And Kylie couldn’t be happier.
Kylie was over the moon after learning she’d finally become a mom. | Source: Pexels
Kylie and Sebastian did not leave any stone unturned in their efforts to raise Logan with affection. Every year, they lavished him with the best facilities and gifts. He got a PlayStation for his seventh birthday, a gleaming black BMW for his eighteenth, and Sebastian’s businesses for his twenty-fifth.
But, regrettably, Sebastian died just two years after Logan joined his company. He was returning from another town after a business meeting when he was killed in a car accident.
Kylie was heartbroken after that, and Logan was the only one she had. She was relieved that at least her son, was with her until Sebastian’s brother Steve appeared out of nowhere, wanting a fair portion of Sebastian’s business.
“Come on, Kylie! You can’t just keep everything to yourself! You have no idea how a business works!” he sneered.
“Get out of my house, Steve, before I call the cops!” she retorted. “And, yes, the company you’ve come to claim is my son’s! I’m not going to let you touch that!”
“Your so-called son, who has no resemblance to you or Sebastian? Tell me, honestly, did you adopt him and keep the truth hidden all these years? But why? Because you were afraid he’d abandon you? Because he’d be hurt to find out you’re not his biological mother?”
“Enough, Steve!” she lashed out. “LOGAN IS MY CHILD – AND MY BLOOD! He has his father’s dark brown eyes and pitch-black hair!”
Steve mocked Kylie that Logan looked nothing like her or Sebastian. | Source: Pexels
Steve mockingly laughed. “That’s it, Kylie! That’s the only thing he has in common with you! What about his physical appearance? He looks nothing like you two! Think about it, dear! And, of course, I’ll see you in court! THAT BUSINESS IS MINE!”
“Who’s afraid, uh? I’m not going to let you win! I’m going to take a DNA test to prove you wrong!” she cried firmly. “Sit tight and wait!”
That week, Kylie took the DNA test, convinced that Steve would be so wrong, so mortified when she’d prove him wrong. She couldn’t wait to see his expression when she throws the test results in his face. However, when the results came in, Kylie’s life came crashing down around her.
“0% MATCH! How in heaven is that possible?” She couldn’t believe her eyes! “This must be a mistake! How can Logan not be mine?” She was so stunned that she repeated the test at a different hospital, but the results were the same.
Kylie couldn’t help but cry in front of Logan. “Honey, I’m not your mother!” she cried, squeezing the test results in her fists. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing! What happened to my child? I know I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Where has he gone?”
Kylie couldn’t believe she wasn’t Logan’s birth mother. | Source: Pexels
“Hey, mom,” Logan hugged her. “Who cares if you gave birth to me or not, you’ll always be my mom. You raised me and loved me all my life. Let’s go look for your son.”
Kylie hugged Logan tightly. “Oh, I am so sorry for being so selfish, Logan.”
“It’s okay, mom,” he said. “How about we start with the hospital where you gave birth?”
“What? The maternity….” Then it struck Kylie. She wasn’t the only patient in her ward. There was another woman with her named Lily. She was a widow. She had also given birth to a son, and when she was discharged from the hospital, Kylie gave her kid a lovely blue cap. Lily wasn’t well off, and Kylie’s heart softened for her.
Desperate for answers now, Kylie dashed to the maternity hospital…
“Where is my child? I know you guys did something. Give me Lily’s address. She was admitted to the same hospital ward as me! Get her details right now!” Kylie screamed as she got to the hospital, demanding Lily’s address.
“Mom, calm down,” Logan said.
“I can’t relax, Logan. Take a look at him. He’s not looking me in the eyes. He’s definitely hiding something!”
Dr. Harrison revealed the truth about the babies being swapped 27 years ago. | Source: Pexels
“We can’t share patient records,” Dr. Harrison said. “That is against policy.”
“How about a lawsuit then? I’m confident you have the money to fight it!”
“What? Please, no!” he begged. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but we couldn’t tell you this sooner because, as you know, we’re a small hospital, and getting engaged in a court dispute would be expensive, but we dismissed the nurse who switched your child,” he revealed. “She admitted the mistake. I was a junior doctor at the time. I apologize!”
“Address!” Kylie repeated. “Fast! I just care about my son! If I don’t get him back, be prepared for a lawsuit!”
In the end, Dr. Harrison handed her the address.
Kylie and Logan drove to Lily’s house, but when they arrived there, their jaws fell at the dingy cottage they’d been living in.
Logan knocked, and a vivid image of Sebastian emerged. Kylie couldn’t take it in and grabbed Logan’s arms. “You are my son,” she whispered. “IT’S YOU!”
“I’m sorry?” the young man asked, unfazed. “I guess you got the wrong address. My name’s David Morris, and I’m Lily Morris’ son. But who is this man with you? He looks a lot like…well…my father!”
David looked exactly like Sebastian. | Source: Pexels
“Would you please send for Lily? Inform her that Kylie wishes to see her!”
“Well, she won’t be able to come here. You’re going to have to come in.”
Logan and Kylie followed David inside and discovered a sick Lily on the bed. Her face was etched with wrinkles and black circles, her cheeks sunken. She was found to have a tumor, but they didn’t have the funds to treat her.
“Kylie? Oh, it’s you, but this boy…” Then she glanced at Logan, an exact replica of her late husband. “Oh dear…he…he…”
“Yes, Lily. Our sons were switched at birth. The hospital did it, and I only found out about it today. But what happened to you? How did you get into this state?”
“What?” David let out a loud gasp. “You mean…You are…”
“Yes, David. Logan is Lily’s child, and I am your biological mother. Everything is messed up.”
“No way!” David lashed out. “And you want me to go with you? My mom did so much for me all these years. She got me the best books, toys, and everything I ever needed. I am not leaving her, especially now when she needs me. She means everything to me!”
Lily needed a surgery but she couldn’t afford it. | Source: Pexels
“Hey, David,” Logan said. “We are not taking her away from you. How about we all move in together? Look, I have a wonderful mom too. I mean, yeah, it’s crazy because she’s your biological mom, but she’s amazing. And Lily is my birth mom. How about we live like brothers? I will get Lily treated at the best hospital! I promise. You guys will never have to worry about anything. I assure you!”
“I don’t need any favors….But can you get mom treated?”
“Of course, I can.”
“I shall return your favor as soon as possible… Thank you very much!”
“Oh, come on!” Logan hugged David.
David and Lily soon moved in with Logan, and Lily received the treatment she needed. Logan hired David after he went through a standard interview process, and his qualifications were evaluated. He was adamant that he would go through the normal process of employment. Meanwhile, Logan’s uncle lost the case as his claims were baseless, as Sebastian had transferred everything in Logan’s name.
On Easter that year, Kylie and Lily gave the boys two blue crocheted sweater caps, much like the one Kylie had given Lily back then. “They both look the same,” Kylie commented as she handed them to the boys. “You’d have no idea which one is yours if I switched them. That’s how my and Lily’s love is for you both. You are both our sons, and we are both your mothers! Never forget that.”
What can we learn from this story?
- Love triumphs over materialistic happiness. Lily and David were poor, yet the amount of love David had for Lily showed how much he valued love above all else.
- Lies have a way of leaking out. The hospital authorities were wrong in believing that the truth about the baby swap would never be revealed.
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After Our Mom’s Death, My Sister Claimed I Had No Right to Inheritance and Brought Out Old Documents—But in the End, She Deeply Regretted It
When Charlotte’s mother dies, her sister Barbara wastes no time trying to cut her out of the inheritance. Armed with an old document, Barbara smugly tries to throw a spanner in the works. But when the truth comes out, it’s Barbara who faces the ultimate betrayal, and by the time she realizes her mistake, it’s far too late.
I always thought family was unbreakable.
That no matter what, blood was blood, and at the end of the day, we would always have each other’s backs. That’s how family works, right?
A woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney
But after my mother passed away, my sister Barbara came waltzing in and made me question everything I thought I knew.
And by the time the truth finally came out?
Barbara was the one begging for forgiveness.
My mother raised two daughters: myself, Charlotte, and my older sister, Barbara.
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Naturally, Barbara was always the golden child. She was the one who got all the attention.
Barbara craved a roast chicken? My mother had one cooking away the moment her words left her lips. Barbara needed dry cleaning fetched? My mother would jump into her car and fetch it.
Barbara was also beautiful. Stunningly beautiful and never failed to make heads turn. She was blonde with piercing blue eyes, just like my mother.
Roast chicken and veggies on a tray | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, I was the odd one out. I had dark hair, dark eyes, and to be honest, I never really looked like either of them.
But I never questioned it. Why would I? I loved my mother.
No, I adored my mother with everything I had. She was my entire world.
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So when she got sick, I was the one who put my life on hold to take care of her. I didn’t complain once. Not when bruises bloomed on my arms as she held onto me tightly when I took her to the bathroom. Not when she got frustrated and threw her food across the room. Not even when she would break down and cry for hours.
Barbara, on the other hand?
She was too busy chasing her dreams of becoming an actress.
“I can’t take care of Mom, Charlotte. I have auditions. I have producers to meet. I have to stay relevant and seen at events. You understand, right? Right, Lottie?”
An ill woman laying in bed | Source: Midjourney
And I did.
Because that’s what I always did. I was always understanding, while Barbara lived her life however she pleased. I tried not to focus on her and how I could have done with the help.
Instead, I let Barbara come in and out of the house, wearing her new clothes and showing off photos of her with actors and actresses that she had met.
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“This is a glamorous life, Mom,” she said one day when Mom was too weak to get out of bed to eat her soup. “And you should really clean up your look, Lottie. You need to get noticed. Your posture is horrible because you sit hunched in front of that computer.”
“It’s my job, Barbara,” I said simply.
Life continued in that way for months. And finally, Mom passed away. But that was when Barbara came back.
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And she wasn’t grieving. Not at all. She was hungry, starving even.
For our mother’s money.
After the funeral, we met with Alistair, my mother’s lawyer. Barbara walked in like she owned the place, dressed in black but wearing diamond earrings I had never seen before.
I should have known something was off when she sat down with a smug smile.
A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
The lawyer pulled out the official will, but before he could even read it, my sister pulled her first stunt. Barbara reached into her designer bag and pulled out a yellowed, folded piece of paper.
“Before you read that,” she said sweetly, “I have something interesting to share.”
She slid the paper across the table to me.
“Look what I found in Mom’s drawer when I was searching for her jewelry.”
A piece of paper on a table | Source: Midjourney
I unfolded it, and as soon as I read the words at the top, my stomach dropped.
ADOPTION DECREE.
Barbara leaned back with a smirk.
“Well, well, well,” she drawled. “Looks like I finally know why you always looked so different from us.”
My hands shook as I re-read the document.
A woman reading a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
Once. Twice. Three times.
“You… you’re lying,” I gasped. “You made this up! You got one of your strange friends to make this!”
She let out a fake gasp, her long nails tapping against the desk.
“Oh, Charlotte,” she said. “Don’t be so dramatic. My friends have things to do with their lives. And anyway, it’s all right there. You’re adopted. Girl, you’re not even Mom’s real daughter. I always knew that your brown eyes and brown hair had no place in our family.”
A woman’s hand on a desk | Source: Midjourney
I felt sick. I felt the bile rise in my throat.
Had my mother hidden this from me my entire life? But why would she do that? Why not tell me the truth?
Would it have changed anything?
Not for me. I would have been more grateful for her.
Barbara crossed her arms.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
“So, despite Mom’s will saying that we split everything, you know, she kept saying that, I’ll be making sure that you get nothing. You don’t belong in this family, so why should you get anything?”
“Ladies, calm down. Let’s take a moment to think about this,” the lawyer said.
But I was too stunned to speak. Barbara’s words had cut me. Deep.
A smug woman | Source: Midjourney
And that’s when I saw it. There was one detail she had overlooked in her ploy. The name on the adoption paperwork had been erased. Someone had deliberately tried to remove it.
And that?
That made me suspicious.
“Please, Alistair,” she said. “You can do whatever comes next, but in terms of the estate, I want it all. I can wait until you sort out the paperwork.”
A lawyer sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney
The lawyer sighed and nodded.
“But I think the two of you need to have a heart-to-heart before we meet again.”
Barbara scoffed.
“That’s not necessary.”
Barbara was so confident that she had won. But I wasn’t about to let her take everything without proof. I didn’t want to be horrible about it, but I had missed two promotions in the months that I had been looking after our mother.
A smug woman sitting in an office | Source: Midjourney
I needed to know that I had the safety net of her money. I just needed to have something to my name…
I decided to demand a DNA test.
“What’s the point, Charlotte?” she scoffed. “You know what it’ll say, Lottie. That you’re not family. I wonder where Mom found you. Do you think your birth mother misses you?”
I didn’t think anything other than the fact that our mother would be turning over in her grave at Barbara’s behavior.
A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
“Just do it,” I demanded. “Think of it this way. If I am really adopted and there’s proof, you’ll have more claim to everything.”
That did it. She moved her head slowly from side to side. Suddenly, she got off the couch, martini in hand, and looked at me.
“Fine. Let’s do it.”
But the results?
A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney
Oh my goodness. They shocked everyone. Because Barbara?
She was the one who wasn’t biologically related to our mother.
After the results came in, I went to my Aunt Helen, my mother’s younger sister. She had been tight-lipped about everything, but after I told her about the DNA results, she finally told me the truth.
“Your mother never wanted you both to know, Lottie,” Aunt Helen said, tears in her eyes. “Because she knew how much it would hurt you both.”
A sad older woman | Source: Midjourney
“Know what?” I asked, heart pounding, but I figured that it was about Barbara’s birth.
“Barbara wasn’t Mom’s biological daughter, Lottie.”
“So, you knew?”
Aunt Helen nodded.
“Your mother found Barbara at a train station when she was two years old. She was abandoned. My sister took her in, raised her as her own. And she never, ever wanted Barbara to feel anything less than loved. It helped that she had the same blonde hair and blue eyes.”
A little girl sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney
“Okay,” I said slowly, trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together. “But how did Barbara have an adoption decree? If she was found at a train station, I mean?”
Aunt Helen sighed and glanced out the window as if she was gathering her thoughts.
“Because your mother made it official, darling. She went through the court system and legally adopted Barbara a year later. She wanted to make sure that no one could ever take her away.”
A mother and daughter duo in a court room | Source: Midjourney
My stomach twisted. I didn’t know how to feel. Or what to feel.
“So, Mom just didn’t tell her?”
Aunt Helen shook her head.
“She never told either of you, Lottie,” Aunt Helen said softly. “Because in her eyes, it didn’t matter. Barbara was her daughter, just like you were. Blood or not, she loved you both the same, and nothing was going to change that.”
An older woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
But Barbara had never seen it that way.
She had spent her entire life being treated like the golden child, like she was the one who belonged.
And yet, in the end?
Barbara was the adopted one. I was our mother’s real daughter…
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
The biological daughter.
When I told my sister the truth, she laughed at first. We were standing in the kitchen and I couldn’t wait to get it out. She needed to know the truth, too.
“You’re lying now, Charlotte,” she said. “You probably got someone to doctor the results, didn’t you? Or you hacked into the system! You’re the computer whiz…”
But when I showed her the DNA test and told her everything Aunt Helen had said?
Her face went pale.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
“No. No, this can’t be right. Mom loved me. She… she wouldn’t just take in some abandoned kid!”
But she did. She had.
“Barbara,” I said. “She loved you. And you being adopted doesn’t change that. Our mother was wonderful. She probably saw you and couldn’t wait to love you.”
Barbara looked at me. She was… I don’t know. I couldn’t read her face. I couldn’t understand what she was thinking. I had no idea.
A woman leaning against a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney
She was blank.
As for my mom, she had given Barbara everything. She had seen a little child and wanted to take her home and love her, to make that child her own.
And instead of spreading that love and joy… what did Barbara do in return?
She had tried to steal my inheritance.
A child sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney
She had tried to erase me from my own mother’s life.
And now?
She was the one who lost everything.
We went to see the lawyer again. Together, but in different cars. Barbara couldn’t even look at me.
Alistair had confirmed that my mother’s will was valid. Despite Barbara’s cruel attempt to cut me out, I still got half of everything.
A lawyer sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney
“But… wait!” Barbara said, her fingernails digging into her thigh. “I don’t want to share…”
“Barbara,” Alistair said. “It’s clear. Your mother wanted the two of you to share everything. A straight 50-50. Now, if you want to play this biological daughter game, I don’t know what to tell you… Charlotte could take everything.”
My sister thought she could rewrite history, but legally? She couldn’t touch a thing.
The will was still clear. We were supposed to split everything.
A document on a desk | Source: Midjourney
But after her stunt? After trying to erase me from my own mother’s legacy? Barbara lost more than just her pride.
“Let’s go to court,” she said.
“I really don’t recommend that,” Alistair said.
“So, what?” Barbara blurted. “You just want us to split the money and then pretend that we’re family again? I don’t want anything to do with Charlotte. I want my money and my house. And then I want to be done with this!”
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
“Barbara, come on…” I said.
“Just be quiet!” she bellowed, throwing one of Alistair’s pens onto the floor. “I don’t want you around. You’ll just be here to remind me that I’m not biologically our mother’s daughter. So, no. We’re doing this. And when I win, you’re going to get the hell out of my house.”
That was it. That did it. I didn’t want to be nice. I didn’t want to share. I didn’t want Barbara around any more than she wanted me around.
A pen on a carpet | Source: Midjourney
So?
I hired Alistair on the spot. For me this time, not on behalf of my mother’s deceased estate.
“Let’s do it,” I said. “Let’s go to court.”
“But I want Alistair!” Barbara said, standing up.
“Too late, sis,” I said.
Months later, Barbara fought it in court, desperate to take everything for herself. But she failed.
A woman standing with her arms folded | Source: Midjourney
In the end, the judge ruled against her.
And I got it all.
She tried to destroy me, and in doing so, she destroyed herself and her future.
And do you know what?
I think she deserved every single bit of it.
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
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