The Anniversary Gift My Son Gave Me Was Hiding My Husband’s Biggest Secret Chapter 01

The Anniversary Gift My Son Gave Me Was Hiding My Husband’s Biggest Secret Chapter 01

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift.

I turned around and sent it straight to the circus, where I found it a strong, healthy male alpaca as a mate.

Because I was reborn.

In my past life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. With me, it spat every single day.

I didn’t want my son to be sad, so I tried everything to win it over. Nothing worked.

My mental state crumbled. I couldn’t sleep. I heard phantom spitting sounds. Every night I dreamed the alpaca was chasing me, spitting in my face.

My husband called me cruel. My son said I was petty. They grew closer and closer to the alpaca.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke down and swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

After I died, I floated above my body and watched in shock as it stood back up.

My son screamed and threw himself into “my” arms.

“Yay, Mommy! You aren’t the alpaca now!”

My husband smiled and wrapped his arms around both of them.

“Serena, you’ve suffered so much. If we didn’t need to transfer your soul into a healthy body, we never would’ve made you possess that alpaca for two years.”

That was when I understood.

That alpaca was the sickly imposter heiress who had stolen my identity for over twenty years.

……

My wedding anniversary. Same day.

I sat on the couch and watched my three-year-old son Liam lead a white alpaca through the door.

“Mommy!” he said in his little voice. “This is my gift for you! Her name is Sugar!”

My husband Owen followed behind, smiling gently.

“Liam picked her out for a long time. He said you wouldn’t be lonely at home anymore.”

I looked at the alpaca.

She tilted her head and stared at me. Studying me.

Like she was checking if something fit.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I crouched and patted Liam’s head. “Mommy loves it.”

The words barely left my mouth.

The alpaca opened her mouth. Ptooey.

A mouthful of yellow-green spit hit me right in the face.

Thick and sticky. It dripped down my nose.

I calmly pulled out a wet wipe I’d prepared and cleaned my face.

Because I was reborn.

In my past life, that alpaca did the same thing.

The first time she saw me, she spat in my face.

I thought it was animal anxiety. To keep my son from getting upset, I tried everything to please her—

Hand-fed her, gave her water, walked her every day, bought her treats and toys, dressed her up all pretty.

None of it worked.

She kept spitting.

Owen would pet her, and she’d rub against his hand and act cute.

Liam could ride her all over the house.

Even the nanny who cooked for us got a friendly greeting.

But me? She spat the moment she saw me.

In my face. On my clothes. Into my bowl of rice.

I couldn’t get away from her.

Every time I suggested sending her away, my son would cry and scream.

“Mommy, you must be mean to her! Sugar never spits at me!”

Owen would sigh impatiently.

“Why are you being so petty over an alpaca? Our boy got this for you. Act a little bigger about it.”

I endured it for two years.

During the day, I heard phantom spitting sounds.

At night, I couldn’t sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, I dreamed the alpaca was chasing me, spitting.

I went to the doctor. He said nothing was physically wrong. It was all in my head.

My husband and son grew more and more disgusted with me.

Even when they went to my parents’ house, they only took the alpaca. They left me at home.

I finally broke. I killed myself in despair.

Only then did I learn the truth. Inside that alpaca lived Serena Ashford—the sickly imposter heiress who had stolen my identity for twenty years.

She’d been frail and weak her whole life. Her family treated her like a treasure.

Yet after I returned to the wealthy family, they all saw me as a country girl with no manners.

Owen was the only one who never judged me. He married me and gave me a home.

I thought he really loved me.

Turns out he only needed a healthy body to be a vessel for sick Serena.

Even the son I’d carried for nine months and treasured more than anything—Owen had secretly switched Serena’s egg in.

Even my biological parents knew.

The reason they’d been so harsh on me back then? To create a difficult situation so I’d fall for Owen faster.

Every time that alpaca spat on me, a piece of Serena’s soul pushed its way into my body.

Two years later, they got what they wanted.

I opened my eyes.

I was back on my wedding anniversary.

Owen looked a little embarrassed.

My son’s face darkened. He slapped my hand away.

“Mommy, you scared Sugar!”

Then he wrapped his arms around the alpaca’s neck and comforted her.

The alpaca immediately nuzzled his head affectionately. And still found the time to glance at me, full of defiance.

I smiled.

“Since she doesn’t like me, I definitely won’t be able to take good care of her. How about we send her back?”