After struggling with infertility, my husband Mark and I decided to adopt a child. We eventually found Sam, a sweet three-year-old boy. But on the drive home, Mark suddenly panicked and confessed that Sam was his biological son from a past fling. Shocked and hurt, I confirmed it with a DNA test and filed for divorce, seeking full custody of Sam.
Mark didn’t fight me, knowing he’d lost my trust. Sam and I started a new life together, and though he occasionally asked about his father, I explained that sometimes adults make mistakes. Now, years later, Sam is thriving, and I have no regrets. He’s my son by love, and that’s all that matters.
