The words hung heavy between us. My heart raced. Betrayal? Infidelity? None of it made sense. I knew, with every fiber of my being, that I had never been unfaithful. And yet, there it was in black and white.
The trust we had built, the years of memories—it all seemed to tremble on shaky ground.
My Own DNA Test
When my results came back, they carried an even heavier blow: Austin wasn’t biologically mine either.
I read the line over and over, tears blurring the page. If Paul wasn’t his father and I wasn’t his mother, then how could Austin be ours?
Searching for Answers
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