The Swapped Heir, Nanny's Secret Revenge

After my son's high fever subsided, a heavy sense of dread washed over me. I decided to take him for a full medical check-up.

When the blood type report was handed to me, my heart stopped. His blood type didn't match mine, and it didn't match my husband's either.

Desperate for answers, I sent samples from the three of us for a DNA test.

The results were a nightmare. My husband was the biological father, but I had no biological connection to the boy I had raised as my own.

As I stood there in