I stared at my husband, waiting for him to laugh. He had to be joking.

“You want a **paternity test** because of her hair?” I asked, glancing at our three-week-old daughter, Olivia, who was sleeping peacefully in my arms. She barely had any hair at all—just the softest dusting of dark strands.

“Her hair is really dark,” he repeated, crossing his arms.

“So?”

“You’re blonde. I have brown hair. How is hers almost black?” His voice was steady, but there was something in his eyes—doubt, suspicion.

It felt like a slap in the face.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?”

He hesitated. “I just want to be sure.”

I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. **We were supposed to be partners.** He had held my hand through labor, kissed Olivia’s tiny forehead the moment she was born. And now he was **questioning** if she was his?

I should have refused. I should have told him that if he didn’t trust me, we had a much bigger problem than a baby’s hair color.

But I was exhausted. Hormonal. Hurt.

“Fine,” I snapped. “Let’s do the damn test.”

Little did I know… this test wouldn’t just prove a point. **It would destroy our marriage.**

### **THE RESULTS CAME BACK… AND EVERYTHING CHANGED.**

Two weeks later, the envelope arrived. My hands trembled as I opened it, dreading what ridiculous accusations he might throw at me next.

But when I saw the results, **my stomach dropped.**

The test didn’t just confirm that Olivia was his.

It also revealed something I **never** expected: **My husband was not biologically related to his own parents.**

His father—the man he had idolized, the man who had raised him—**was not his real dad.**

I looked up, my mouth dry. My husband frowned at my expression. “What? What does it say?”

I hesitated, then handed him the paper.

He read it once. Twice. **Then he turned ghostly pale.**

“This… this can’t be right,” he whispered. “My parents—there’s no way…”

But science didn’t lie.

And suddenly, everything turned upside down.

The paternity test he demanded for our daughter had **exposed a decades-old family secret.**

**One that would shatter everything he thought he knew.**