When Marcus first laid eyes on his newborn daughter, his world tilted. The child didn’t look anything like him, leaving him reeling with doubt and betrayal. His wife Elena had a secret—a truth she’d kept hidden for years—that would challenge everything Marcus thought he knew about love and trust.
The day Elena told me we were having a baby was the happiest day of my life. We had been trying for a while, and the idea of starting our family filled me with joy. But as her pregnancy progressed, a rift began to form, starting with an unexpected request.
I didn’t understand. The request hurt, but I trusted her. If this was what she needed, I would respect it. Still, an unease settled in my chest, one that only grew as her due date approached.
he morning of the delivery, I kissed Elena at the hospital doors and watched as she was wheeled away. Hours later, I was pacing the waiting room when the doctor emerged, his expression grave.
“Mr. Johnson, you’d better come with me,” he said.My heart raced as he led me to the delivery room. When I entered, I saw Elena, exhausted but alive, cradling our baby in her arms. Relief turned to confusion as I caught my first glimpse of our daughter: pale skin, wispy blonde hair, and striking blue eyes—features that didn’t match mine or Elena’s.
