My Daughter Was Swapped For His Bastard Son

Summary

I donated blood, pro bono, for a sick little girl.

The doctor, a woman with tired eyes, glanced from the girl to me and murmured, “You two look so much alike.”

On an absurd impulse, I plucked a single strand of hair from the girl's head and sent it off for a DNA test.

The results confirmed it. She was my biological daughter.

But I had only given birth once, fifteen years ago.

So then, whose son was the boy I had raised for over a decade?