When my husband, Paul, took a DNA test and discovered he wasn’t the biological father of our son, Austin, our world shattered. I was devastated—because I knew with absolute certainty I had never betrayed him.
Desperate for answers, I took a test myself, only to uncover something even more shocking: I wasn’t Austin’s biological mother either. Suddenly, everything we had built together felt like it was slipping away.
Heartbroken and confused, we went back to the hospital where I had given birth. There, we learned the truth—on the day Austin was born, there had been a terrible mix-up. Our baby had been accidentally switched with another family’s child. My chest tightened as I thought about the years we had missed with our biological son.
