he panicked at the idea of fatherhood. I felt betrayed, and after confirming with a DNA test, I filed for divorce and sought full custody of Sam. Mark didn’t fight me—he knew he’d destroyed any chance of rebuilding trust. Sam and I built a new life together. He became my son, not by biology, but by love. Mark remained distant, and Sam occasionally asked about his father,
but I told him the truth—sometimes adults make mistakes. Years later, Sam is a happy, thriving boy. I don’t regret bringing him into my life, even knowing what I do now. Some days I see Mark in his eyes, but I no longer feel anger—only gratitude. Sam is my everything, and that’s what truly matters.
