Seven Years of Lies, My Vengeful Return

For seven years, I worked as a crime scene cleaner, scrubbing away death to save my son' s life. I finally earned the $250,000 for the experimental treatment that would cure his rare genetic disorder.

But when I arrived at the hospital, I overheard my boyfriend, Brad, talking. It wasn't about a cure. It was a "social experiment," a seven-year test to prove I wasn't a gold digger. My son was never sick.

My best friend was in on it, laughing. Then I heard my son' s voice.

"I don't want smelly Mommy to come back. I want Aunt Jaime. She smells like cookies."