I was shocked to learn that my niece had the exact same birthmark that I had remembered seeing on my spouse. However, I made the decision to conduct a covert DNA test that I knew would uncover the truth before making any snap decisions.
With baby Sofia tucked in my arms, I enjoyed the wind beneath the shade of the cedar tree. My love for my sister-in-law Fiona was similar to a mother’s love, even though I was her child.
It was unexpected when Fiona and Sofia moved into our neighborhood because my husband, David, had portrayed a depressing picture of his distant and estranged family. However, their presence made me happy in a way I hadn’t expected.
I shook my head playfully at Fiona’s lighthearted offer to take Sofia back as we enjoyed our lunch. Not at all. First, you ought to tidy up a little. I urged, hugging her infant closer, “We are good here.
My heart was touched by Fiona’s laughing. After a few minutes, the food was arranged with appropriate coverings, and Sofia’s level of agitation had significantly increased. I put her on the picnic mat gently and carefully, and as soon as I started taking off her clothes to change her diaper, I knew exactly what to do.
However, a quick glance at her diapers revealed that they were still immaculate. Sofia’s birthmark on her back caught my attention while I was still fastening the diaper to her waist. I hesitated for a few seconds, staring at the birthmark that I recognized so well. One that was, I swear, also on my husband’s back.
After dressing baby Sofia, I held her tenderly in my arms and gazed carefully at her face for a minute. I scowled, wondering what really was going on between David and Fiona as my head was spinning with all the possible scenarios.
I had no idea I was piecing together a puzzle, but Fiona and David’s connection suddenly seemed to be a piece. But I chose to watch before I spoke, so I seemed to be alright and carried on with our lighthearted lunch and chat.
Later that night, in our peaceful house, I still showed David the same love I normally did, but learning about the birthmark had raised doubts in my mind. We used to play in the bathroom, so while I was helping him dry off after his shower, I couldn’t help but notice the birthmark on his back.
It was almost too similar to Sofia’s. That was how identical they were, and it broke my heart. I heard him laugh and I stopped trying to help him.
“You ought to have informed me that the royal treatment was temporary,” David jokingly said, oblivious to the terrible thoughts circulating in my head.
It hurt too much to think that David had lied to me all these years.
As I came out of the restroom, I made the decision to use Sofia and David’s DNA to discover the truth.
I said to myself, “I need to know if Fiona is his mistress,” and went to sleep.
On Fiona’s subsequent visit, I pretended to be normal. I was so relieved by the baby’s little weight and warmth that I raced to pick her up.
“Sofia and I might as well move in at this point,” Fiona chuckled.
Naturally. I chuckled nervously and replied, “We are all family.” Fortunately, though, she was unaware.
Despite David’s perplexity, I took advantage of Fiona’s distraction to obtain DNA samples from his hair and Sofia’s saliva.
“Slow down. When he objected to my tugging on his hair, I reprimanded, “I just helped you pull something out of your head.”
As I dropped off the DNA samples, my resolve grew stronger, convinced as ever of my course of action. When I was told I could have the findings forwarded to me, I enthusiastically accepted. I reasoned that the sooner, the better.
The next few times Fiona saw Sofia, it only made me feel more uncomfortable. Her attempts at dialogue came out as mocking, which infuriated me and made her presence intolerable.
When Fiona tried to chat to me one day, I feigned to be sick and watched TV in the sitting room so that I wouldn’t have to answer. David and Fiona soon joined me, much to my chagrin. Their lighthearted humor irritated my frazzled nerves.
However, their conversation on Sofia’s upcoming remarks was the final straw.
Sofia will turn two years old in a short while. Gazing down at Sofia’s face, David added with a rare smile, “I wonder what her first words would be.” “Carmen, what are your thoughts?”
“I’m not sure. I yelled, “For all we know, it might be poo-poo.
David confidently said, putting out his chest like a happy father, “I think it could be dada.”
That was the tipping point for me.
I quickly got up from the couch and pointed a finger at them. “Enough now! I want to know the truth; Sofia is your kid. I shouted. Never even attempt to dispute it. I noticed Sofia’s and your birthmarks on your backs.
My voice was weaker than I wanted to be, and my fury turned to grief very fast as tears filled my eyes. Their looks of shock and quiet validated my suspicions.
“Each time I attempt to inquire about Sofia’s father. I never hear back from anyone. Tell me the truth, please! With my face covered, I demanded.
Instead of speaking up or defending themselves as I had expected, they just sat there looking stunned, as if they were shocked that I had actually found out. I turned and ran out of the house.
As I drove away, I observed David attempting to jump into his vehicle and pursue me, but Fiona intervened to stop him.
I sought solace in a motel, thinking that time would bring insight. However, my stomach let me down. In the hotel bathroom, I regurgitated everything I had eaten. I was positive that this was a physical representation of my feelings of betrayal.
An idea stopped me in my tracks as I dragged my feet toward the bed to take a nap. “No!” Horrified, I yelled to myself. I might be… pregnant.
Throughout the night, I couldn’t shake the thought of having a child with a man who had lied to me.
The next morning, I went to a pharmacy to get a pregnancy test since I was determined to find out. “Pregnancy kit please,” I said, hoping for a speedy transaction.
However, I was delayed by the pharmacist’s question and a helpful recommendation from a different customer.
“It is irrelevant. I said hastily, wanting to get out, “I’ll take any brand.” I was really nervous when I got back to my room and saw the test results. My suspicions were verified when two lines appeared: I was pregnant.
I felt confined and alone because of my circumstances and David’s incessant calls. I made the decision to go back home, confront David and Fiona, and get my stuff since I was out of money and options.
Fiona met me at the entrance. “Carmen, thank you for coming back. There are a ton of items we
However, I ignored her and didn’t care about her attempts to clarify. I was not going to listen. I had made up my mind and had to get out. David said, “Listen to me, Fiona is my sister!” as I was packing. However, I hardly noticed it.
I gave a shrug. Even in the event that she is. It’s hardly unheard of,” I said, glancing at my attire.
“Fiona is my sister, and Sofia is my niece, I swear to you. Believe me!” he said. “I’m not sure why you would believe Sofia is yours, but I can tell you that she is not.” I’d never be unfaithful to you.
What the devil am I meant to name something that smells and looks like a rat? With my luggage packed and ready to go out of this web of falsehoods, I shot back.
David got in the way of me. It was clear how desperate he was. “How about a DNA test if you don’t believe me?” he proposed.
However, I declared icily, “I already took one in secret.”
It just infuriated me more when Fiona appeared at our bedroom doorway. “Don’t even think about speaking up. I charged, “I’ve always wondered who Sofia’s father was. “The birthmark is visible! I AM AFRAID OF THE FACT!
My anguish and rage erupted into more tears. I detested that I was crying in their presence once more.
However, Fiona took an unexpected action. She turned to face me and showed me the same birthmark. I was shocked to hear her say, “I have the same birthmark.” It came from the family.
Fiona said, her eyes darkening, “I apologize for not clarifying that Sofia’s father is a commissioned officer who was deployed to another country but passed away there. “He passed away shortly before Sofia was born, and I still have some resentment toward him for going. And I feel bad about it.
David clarified, “I just treat Sofia like my own because Fiona wanted Sofia to have a close male figure in her life.”
Still, I had my reservations because Fiona had not been at David and my wedding.
He then on, “Sofia was sick during our wedding, but I later asked Fiona to come closer so she wouldn’t be alone.” “It took some time, but we succeeded in the end.”
They said that the remaining members of their family were foreigners and that, unless it was a very rare occasion, they detested traveling. With a shamed expression on my face, I informed Fiona about the covert DNA test.
She took it coolly and said, “I don’t mind. as long as this miscommunication is cleared up.
I concluded that in order to obtain the results, we had to visit the facility. I was getting impatient waiting for the delivery. I ordered us all get into my car and I drove off, leaving my bags behind.
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