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I was a new dad, celebrating my son's one-month birthday at my wealthy in-laws' stunning Napa estate.
Life felt perfect, despite my manipulative father-in-law's constant urging to drink.
I woke up with a pounding headache to a nightmare: my baby boy was gone.
In his crib, lay a baby girl, a complete stranger.
My wife, Chloe, and her parents gaslit me, denying my son ever existed.
They accused me of being drunk, of rejecting my own child.
The world blurred as I was framed for the infant girl's murder.
My entire digital life was rewritten, my son's existence erased.
Labeled a monster, I was swiftly condemned and executed.
The horror was unimaginable, the confusion absolute as I died.
But then, I jolted awake, back on that same couch, the party still faintly audible.
It was happening again-the terrifying loop of my son's disappearance and my impending doom.
Was I insane, or was this a meticulously crafted, cruel conspiracy?
This time, the confusion vanished; a cold certainty set in.
I wouldn't just be a victim; I would be ready.
I would expose their twisted game, reclaim my son, and end this nightmare once and for all.