One day, I noticed a familiar birthmark on my niece, Sofia—the same as my husband David’s. I couldn’t shake the suspicion, so I secretly planned a DNA test. While changing Sofia’s diaper, I froze when I saw the mark, but I kept calm. Later, I discreetly collected DNA samples from both Sofia and David to confirm my doubts.

As I waited for the results, my tension grew. One evening, I confronted David and Fiona, suspecting they were hiding something. Both were stunned, but Fiona revealed she also had the same birthmark—it was a family trait. Sofia’s father had passed away, explaining David’s closeness to them.

We went to the lab for confirmation, and although the initial DNA report said David was Sofia’s father, it was a mistake. The final report cleared David, confirming he wasn’t Sofia’s dad.

Relief washed over us, and I apologized. This ordeal brought us closer, and months later, I gave birth to our son, Zack, surrounded by love and family.