I was shocked to notice the same birthmark on my niece that I had seen on my husband, David. Suspicious, I secretly arranged a DNA test to uncover the truth.
As I sat under the cedar tree with Sofia in my arms, I reflected on how much I loved her, despite being my sister-in-law Fiona’s child. David had painted a sad picture of his distant family, so Fiona and Sofia’s move to our neighborhood caught me off guard, but it brought unexpected joy.
During a picnic, I noticed Sofia’s birthmark, identical to David’s, which unsettled me. Later, as I helped David dry off after his shower, the resemblance struck me again. Was he lying about his relationship with Fiona?
That night, I decided to get a DNA test to confirm if David and Fiona were involved.
The next time Fiona visited, I discreetly collected DNA samples from both her and David. As I awaited the results, tension grew between us, especially when David spoke fondly of Sofia as if she were his own.
Finally, I confronted them, accusing them of hiding the truth about Sofia’s paternity. Their silence confirmed my suspicions. I fled, but while away, a pregnancy test confirmed my worst fears: I was pregnant.
When I returned home to confront David and Fiona, David denied everything, but I revealed I had already taken a DNA test. Fiona then showed me the same birthmark, explaining that it was a family trait. She also shared that Sofia’s father had passed away before her birth, and David had stepped in as a father figure.
Still unsure, I insisted on a second DNA test. The results came back, confirming David was not Sofia’s father. A relieved David laughed it off, while Fiona agreed to do another test if necessary.
At home, we reconciled, and I apologized for doubting them. Months later, I gave birth to our son Zack, and as family gathered to celebrate, I realized that despite everything, my family was intact and stronger than ever.