My newborn best friend stole my baby
In my past life, I took in the disabled girl. My
best friend, Sarah, snatched up the healthy one.
Turns out, that disabled girl was a once–in–a-
generation genius. She got a full ride to MIT,
and I ended up marrying a millionaire.
The healthy girl? She skipped school, got into
fights, and got knocked up by some deadbeat.
Sarah was thrown out of the house.
She blamed me, killed me in a blind rage. Then,
I woke up again, back on the day we were at
the orphanage to adopt.
She grabbed the disabled girl immediately.
“This time,” she declared, “I’m gonna be the
mother of an MIT superstar!”
Little does she know, that “kid” isn’t eight years
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Sarah and I were both staunchly child–free, but
we decided to adopt kids from the local
orphanage.
This time, she beat me to it. She held the
disabled girl’s hand, cooing, “Sweetheart, I
don’t care about your leg. You come home with
me, okay?”
I knew it then, Sarah had remembered
everything too.
The disabled girl nodded, a sweet smile on her
face. “It’s okay that you don’t mind.”
She hobbled forward and hugged Sarah.
I took the hand of the healthy little girl. “Well, you’re coming home with me.”
Her face was pale, and she was so nervous. “Ma’am…are you sure you want to take me?”
she stammered.
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I scooped her up and carried her to the car.
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Sarah strutted over, a smug look on her face.
“This MIT material is just different. Look at your
girl. She can barely string a sentence together. She’ll never be anything.”
This time, she was imagining herself a proud
stage–mom of a genius, living her best life as a millionaire’s wife.
I just smirked. “Have a great life, then.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Yeah, have fun with the problem child, you little shrew!”
I ignored her and sped away.
What she doesn’t know is that little girl isn’t
eight years old – she’s a twenty–eight–year- old dwarf.
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Last time, I’d adopted Chloe, who had a leg disability from a car accident. She had the
maturity of someone much older, plus a sky- high IQ. Despite her small size and leg issue,
she still got into MIT.
Ten years later, a checkup revealed that her
bone age was that of a middle–aged woman.
I confronted her, and Chloe admitted that she
had a form of dwarfism and was actually thirty-
eight.
She’d been using her young appearance to
hook a seemingly philanthropic but actually
pedophilic, older millionaire.
The millionaire, to hide his disgusting behavior,
forced me to marry him.
They locked me in a basement, abused me.
They broke my hands, cut my tongue, and
forced me to eat scraps.
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Sarah wasn’t having a good time either. She neglected her adopted daughter, Mia, who became a juvenile delinquent, skipping school and getting into trouble with the wrong crowd.
Mia got pregnant by a lowlife. She stole all of Sarah’s money, beat her, and left her on the
street.
Sarah bumped into me when I’d finally escaped
and gone to the police.
Out of pure jealousy, she pushed me into
oncoming traffic, and I was killed instantly.
Before I died, she hissed, “Why did you always
get the good life? Go die, you bitch!”
This time, Sarah was taking that monster away
from me.
A twenty–eight–year–old woman has a fixed
mindset There’s no changing that
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But a real eight–year–old? She can be taught
and guided.
Mia was shy, a bit quiet.
