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After a grueling century in the spirit realm, I finally wrested a genius’s destiny from the
hands of Fate itself.
But the moment I was born, I overheard my mother talking to someone else:
“Let’s switch them. *This* child is a true prodigy, blessed from above.”
A shiver ran through me. Memories of my last life–being replaced, failing to get into my dream university, and ultimately dying from sheer frustration and resentment–all came flooding back.
Not this time. No one, absolutely no one, is going to steal what’s mine again!
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I’d toiled for a hundred years in the spirit realm, paying my dues, just to get one word
from the Ruler of Fate.
“Next life, you’ll have a top–tier mind. Smooth sailing, all the way.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was the youngest daughter of the Blackwood family.
My dad, Richard, was the CEO of a listed company, and my mom, Eleanor, was a well–known artist. I also had an older brother, Julian, who was three years my senior.
This setup, coupled with my genius brain? It was literally a dream start.
I smacked my lips in satisfaction, ready to comfortably cruise through life, winning at
everything.
But then, the next second, I heard hushed whispers beside me.
“Eleanor, the nurse just went to get the formula. Now’s our chance.”
A woman’s voice, high–pitched and sharp.
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Another voice, soft and trembling, was Eleanor’s, my mother in this life.
“Brenda, are we really going to do this? Aspen… she…”
“Oh, my dear sister, what’s there to hesitate about? The babies are only a day apart, who could tell the difference if they don’t look closely at the wristbands? My girl, a fortune teller once said she’s a child genius, blessed for greatness! Switch her with yours, and
she’ll be the pride of your Blackwood family!”
Brenda’s voice was like a hypnotic spell.
“Just look at the one you’re holding, sleeping like a log. Doesn’t seem very sharp, does she? Listen to me, make the swap. I guarantee she’ll make your family incredibly proud!”
My heart dropped.
Oh, no, not this again. The classic baby swap.
In my last life, that’s exactly how I was replaced. The fake heiress took my name, used my parents, and went to the best schools.
As for me? I was raised in an ordinary family, constantly compared to “the perfect kids
next door,” and in the end, I missed out on my dream university and wasted away from pure injustice and frustration.
For a hundred years in the spirit realm, I replayed that hatred every single day.
And now, reborn, this same old script wants to trap me again?
I felt a pair of hands reach for me, trying to lift me out of my mom’s arms.
Dream on!
I mustered every ounce of strength a newborn had, opened my mouth, and let out a piercing scream that was anything but baby–like.
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“WAAAAAH-!”
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My mother and the other woman flinched, startled by my cry.
“W–what’s wrong with the baby?”
“I don’t know, she was fine a moment ago!”
My cries grew louder, drawing the nurse from down the hall.
“What’s going on here?”
Nurse Miller hurried over, immediately spotting Brenda holding me, even though the
baby ID bracelet on her wrist clearly showed someone else’s name.
Nurse Miller’s face changed instantly.
“Which room are you from? What are you doing with the baby from Room 302?”
Brenda’s face instantly went sheet white.
Eleanor also panicked, her mouth opening and closing, unable to utter a word.
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Nurse Miller snatched me from Brenda’s arms, looked down at my wristband, then up at the nameplate on Eleanor’s bedside table.
“Mrs. Blackwood, could you please explain why this woman was holding your baby?”
Caught red–handed.
In the end, Brenda was “escorted” out of the hospital by security and put on the visitor blacklist.
Nurse Miller gently placed me back into Eleanor’s arms.
Eleanor held me, repeating just one sentence over and over.
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“Aspen, I’m so sorry. Mommy was so foolish… Mommy will never let anyone hurt you again.”
I closed my eyes and fell asleep in her embrace.
I knew this was just the beginning.
My life, Aspen Blackwood’s life, I wouldn’t yield an inch.
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