After years of trying, Elena and I were thrilled to become parents. But on delivery day, she shocked me by asking to be alone in the delivery room. I agreed, though I didn’t understand. When our daughter was born, I was stunned—she had pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Furious, I accused Elena of cheating, but she pointed to the baby’s birthmark, identical to mine, and explained she carried a rare recessive gene that caused light features. Though her explanation sounded genuine, I struggled to process the truth.
At home, judgment from my family escalated. My mother and brother accused Elena of lying, dismissing the gene story as nonsense. One night, I caught my mom trying to rub off the baby’s birthmark. That was the breaking point. I told her to accept our child or leave. Elena suggested a DNA test for peace of mind, and I reluctantly agreed. The results confirmed the baby was ours, silencing the doubts.
When we shared the DNA test results, my family apologized, though some responses felt insincere. Despite everything, I realized that our family was perfect as it was, and my love for my wife and daughter only grew stronger.