Rich Wife & Poor Widow’s Babies Are Accidentally Swapped at Birth, They Find Out 27 Years Later — Story of the Day

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

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 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 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

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

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

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

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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My Boyfriend Demanded That I Give Him My Card to Pay Our Restaurant Bill

When Lisa earns her much-deserved promotion, she wants to go out and celebrate with her boyfriend, Troy. At the restaurant, Lisa learns that Troy just wants to put on a façade and be the ‘man’—disrespecting her and her hard-earned role. But when he gives his number to a waitress, things take a turn, causing Lisa to embarrass Troy and walk out of their relationship.

It was meant to be a night of pure celebration. After six months at my new job, I had finally earned a significant promotion and was eager to share the joy with Troy, my boyfriend.

He suggested the new upscale restaurant in town, famous for its ambiance and gourmet menu.

“Let’s just get dressed and go out, Lisa,” he said. “We don’t do this very often, so let’s make the most of it.”

I had to agree; we rarely did this—we rarely decided to go out and indulge in anything.

“Fine,” I agreed. “A night out is exactly what we need.”

And I believed that we needed it. Mainly because, as much as I wanted to believe that Troy and I were supposed to last forever, I had begun to see some cracks in our relationship. Something just felt different.

I was happy in my job, but Troy wasn’t happy in his.

“I do so much, but nobody bothers to recognize me,” he said grimly one evening when he came over for salsa night.

Troy sat on the couch and dug his chips into the salsa and guacamole, complaining about work the entire evening.

It was because of his moods regarding work that I didn’t tell him anything good about my job.

“Maybe you just need to give it more time,” I said, handing him a frozen margarita. “You just started there a few months ago.”

“Lisa, please,” he said. “You wouldn’t understand. Let me be.”

But when I had gotten news of this new promotion, there was no way that I was going to keep it to myself. I wanted to celebrate and be celebrated, and I hoped that Troy would want to do just that.

To my surprise, he seemed really excited about it, and he told me that he was proud of me.

“Really, babe,” he said when he came over to my apartment to pick me up. “This is a big deal, and I’m proud of you.”

The evening started beautifully. Troy showed up with a bouquet of flowers, and he sat down and waited while I got ready. Usually, he wasn’t pleased if I was still getting ready when he arrived, but this evening was different.

“Come on,” I said. “I’m ready!”

Troy put his phone away and stood up, leading the way out of my apartment to where his car was waiting for us.

We drove in silence, but for once, the silence wasn’t tense—it was peaceful, and I felt that maybe Troy was changing. That he was becoming someone who wanted to be here and be present with me.

The soft lighting and the stunning view of the city skyline from our table set a romantic backdrop for our evening. We toasted to my success, with Troy raising his glass of champagne high.

“To the most amazing woman I know,” Troy cheered, clinking his glass against mine. “And to many more successes to come.”

“To us and to the future!” I echoed, suddenly caught up in the moment.

We went through the menu and ordered our meals while Troy spoke about the shared dreams that we had—from the Bali holiday that we had been speaking about for a long time, to wanting to move in together soon.

“I just think it’s time,” Troy said. “And now that you have your promotion, it will be much easier for us.”

Everything went along well, until the waitress brought our food over. Troy kept glancing at her, hoping to catch her eye—he winked at her twice.

I didn’t want to make a scene about it—Troy did this whenever he had something to drink. He behaved as though being a flirt was second nature.

But then, as we neared the end of our meal, I noticed a change in Troy. His usual easy smile tightened when the check was brought to our table. He smiled at the waitress as she stepped aside.

“You should let me pay with your card,” he said, a strain of insistence in his voice.

I was surprised. On the one hand, I didn’t mind paying for the dinner because it was my promotion and I was making a lot more money than I had before. But at the same time, I had also hoped that Troy would want to spoil me for the night.

“Why can’t you use your own card?” I asked, surprised by the frown on his face.

Troy’s irritation was barely concealed.

“Clearly because you’re the one who got promoted, and I don’t have enough money for these fancy dinners, Lisa! You know that, and yet you act like you don’t.”

I was confused by his logic.

“I’ll just pay with my card,” I said, putting my handbag on the table. “It’s not a big deal.”

My boyfriend’s face hardened as he took a sip of his whiskey—he had switched from champagne halfway through the meal.

“It’s embarrassing, Lisa,” he said. “It’s like you’re actually trying to humiliate me by not letting me be the man who pays.”

I didn’t know how to react to Troy’s words. It didn’t make sense to me. And I couldn’t understand what the waitress had to do with who was paying for our meal.

I would have retaliated and stood up for myself, but I could feel my energy being drained by Troy.

I felt cornered. And because I wanted to avoid making a scene, I reluctantly handed over my card.

Troy smirked and picked up my card, signaling for the waitress with an exaggerated flourish, presenting my card as if he were performing a grand gesture.

“I’ll be right back with the card machine,” the waitress said.

Feeling uneasy, I excused myself to the restroom. I just needed a moment to be myself. Troy did this all the time. But I thought that the evening was going well and that he was changing.

Of course, I was wrong.

Before thinking it through, I pulled my phone out and logged onto my banking app. With a few swipes and clicks, I had blocked my card.

Let’s see him pay now, I thought to myself.

On my way back, I paused near the bar, my attention caught by Troy’s laughter from across the room.

He was flirting openly with the waitress, scribbling something onto a napkin—presumably his phone number.

He handed it to her with a wink. I was stunned. I was hurt. A rush of indignation surged through me.

I returned to the table as the waitress spoke.

“I’m sorry, but there seems to be a problem,” she said. “Your card was declined.”

Troy’s confident façade crumbled as he stammered, turning away.

“What?” he asked. “Surely that can’t be right.”

Feigning concern, I suggested that Troy call the bank.

He sat back in his chair and pulled out his phone, dialing the bank and putting the call on speaker.

The representative asked for the card number, which Troy read off my card, followed by a request for the account password.

Finally, Troy hesitated. He was at a loss.

“Okay, Sir,” the person said through the phone. “If you can verify the last three transactions, it would help.”

The waitress hopped from one foot to the other.

“I can answer that,” I said. “A lavender-scented candle, some skincare products, and a new book. And Sir, the name on the card is Lisa Simmons.”

The waitress’s expression cleared with understanding, and Troy was left floundering for a response.

I then pulled out another card and paid the bill myself.

“Lucky I have two cards,” I told Troy and the waitress. “But babe, since you enjoyed the service, I think you can get the tip.”

Troy, red-faced, scrambled through his wallet, pulling out only expired coupons and a few small bills.

I stood up, waiting for Troy to say something—anything, but he sat there tight-lipped.

“Hey, I didn’t take his number,” the waitress said, a smirk playing on her lips. “I just threw the napkin away.”

“I’ll find my own way home,” I told Troy as I walked out into the night.

As I walked outside, I didn’t know if I had made a mistake. But at the end of the day, no relationship should make a person second guess themselves or make them feel like celebrating themselves is wrong.

Which is something that Troy did all the time.

I think I’m finally done with him.

What would you do?

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