My Best Friend Switched Our Babies, and Now She Wants to Switch Back—So I Said Yes
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The day I gave birth, I saw my best friend secretly swap our daughters in the hospital. I pretended not to notice. I took her daughter home and raised her with love and care. Twenty years later, the daughter I raised had become a renowned artist. But my biological daughter, raised under my best friend’s cruel hand, was left disabled from years of mistreatment. On the day of the art exhibition, my best friend arrived with my injured daughter and a paternity test in hand. “The hospital mixed up our babies all those years ago. It’s time to switch them back.” I smiled calmly and replied,…