His reasoning? Our daughter has darker hair than him (he has brown hair; I’m white-blonde).
I was a little confused since she hardly had any hair, and it just felt like he was accusing me of infidelity!
I actually thought he was joking, but he kept saying, “Her hair is really dark.”
He even went as far as to say, “If she weren’t mine biologically, she’d still be my girl.”
That statement just really upset me, but I agreed to the test.
Little did I know that it would just be the beginning of an inevitable catastrophe.
The test showed that he was not the father.
I felt my stomach drop. I was so sure there was some mistake. I had never been with anyone else, not even once. I immediately called the lab, demanding answers, but they confirmed the results.
My husband, Daniel, just sat there, holding the papers, his face pale. “I knew it,” he whispered. “I knew something was off.”
I felt like I was in a nightmare. “Daniel, I have never cheated on you! This has to be a mistake!”
He shook his head, laughing bitterly. “The science doesn’t lie, right?” He stood up, running a hand through his hair. “You know what? Maybe this is a blessing. Now I can leave with a clear conscience.”
I gasped. “You’re just going to leave? We have a three-week-old baby!”