Shortly after giving birth to our daughter Sarah, the joy of new motherhood was shattered when my husband, Alex, accused me of infidelity. Despite years of marriage and trust, he insisted on a paternity test because our daughter’s light features didn’t match ours. I was devastated but agreed, hoping it would put his doubts to rest. While we waited, Alex left to stay with his parents, and his mother even threatened legal action if the baby wasn’t his.
When the results arrived, Alex returned to read them with me. As he scanned the document, his face turned pale — the test confirmed Sarah was his daughter. I felt vindicated, but the emotional damage had been done. He apologized, claiming fear and insecurity had clouded his judgment. Still, I reminded him of the pain he’d caused and the threats his mother had made. Though he asked for a second chance, I told him I wasn’t sure we could go back to what we once had.
