After years of infertility, my husband Mark and I finally decided to adopt.
We were overjoyed to welcome Sam, a sweet three-year-old with ocean-blue eyes,
into our home. However, everything changed during his first bath. Mark burst
out of the bathroom, pale and shaking, declaring we needed
to return him. Confused, I learned that Mark felt unable to bond with Sam.
As I comforted Sam, I noticed a birthmark on his foot that matched Mark’s.
When I confronted Mark, he confessed that Sam was his biological son from
a brief affair four years ago. I felt shattered by the betrayal
and couldn’t understand how he could think of abandoning his own child.
The next day, DNA tests confirmed Sam was indeed Mark’s son.
I filed for divorce, seeking full custody. Over the months,
Sam and I formed a loving routine, and he flourished as my son.
Despite the pain, I have no regrets about bringing Sam into my life.
He is my everything, and our love transcends any secrets of the past.
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