My calmness clearly irritated her. The delicate layer of sweetness she had been pretending to hold onto finally tore apart.
“Nadine, you deserve nothing better than spending your whole life with that brain-damaged kid.”
She paused, then added with a sudden, vicious brightness, “Oh—did I forget to mention something?”
Her voice sharpened like a blade.
"Matty isn’t even your biological child. You and I gave birth on the same day. My son was diagnosed with cerebral palsy the moment he was born, so I swapped the babies. Chris saw it happen."
She laughed softly, almost gloating.
“To calm me down afterward, he even cooperated with the doctor. They told you that you hemorrhaged during childbirth and had to have your uterus removed. That way, you’d never get pregnant again. Never have a healthy child of your own.”
Then she leaned in slightly, her tone dripping with cruelty.
“Nadine, you’re a woman with a disabled kid and no uterus. Do you honestly think Chris is ever going to marry you again?”
Maybe my heart had already been punctured full of holes, because strangely, I felt no pain at all.
A numb, quiet laugh slipped out of me.
Melissa didn’t know the truth.