Newborn babies change everything – including my understanding of who my husband really was. When Alex took one look at our daughter and demanded a DNA test, part of me died inside. But the bigger shock was yet to come.
As we waited for results, his behavior turned icy. His mother joined the chorus, threatening to “expose me” if the baby wasn’t his. The irony? The test proved Sarah was 100% his – but it also exposed the rot at the center of our marriage.
While supposedly grieving our “broken trust,” Alex left his phone unlocked one evening. There I found months of intimate messages with a woman from his office – messages dated throughout my pregnancy. Suddenly his late nights and business trips made terrible sense.
I moved faster than I thought possible with a newborn. Within a month, I’d secured an apartment, filed for divorce, and gathered evidence of his infidelity. The court awarded me everything – the house, the car, substantial child support. The man who questioned our daughter’s paternity lost all rights to call himself her father in any meaningful way.
