Panicked and desperate, I ordered another DNA test, and when the results arrived, my heart nearly stopped. The boy was my son. I sat frozen, realizing the truth — I had abandoned my family because of my own mistrust. My pride and insecurity had destroyed the love we built and left scars that time could not easily heal.
One day, I saw them from afar — my son laughing as he held her hand. In that moment, I understood the depth of what I’d lost. Love, I learned too late, cannot survive without trust. And every day since, I live with the lesson that doubt can destroy even the truest of hearts.