After years of infertility, my husband Mark and I adopted Sam, a sweet three-year-old with ocean-blue eyes. Our joy shattered when Mark panicked during Sam’s first bath and insisted we “return him.” The reason soon became clear: Sam had a birthmark identical to Mark’s.
A DNA test confirmed the truth — Sam was Mark’s biological son from a past affair he had hidden. His fear, lies, and willingness to abandon the child destroyed our marriage. I filed for divorce and was granted full custody.
Years later, Sam is my son in every way that matters. Love isn’t defined by biology, but by the choice to stay, protect, and never walk away.
