A few days ago, on our daughter's birthday, we had originally planned to celebrate outside, but my husband had to work overtime, so I had to take her to the mall by myself.
Coincidentally, my ex-boyfriend passed by, and upon learning that it was my daughter's birthday, he bought her a cute Peter Rabbit plush toy. She loved it and held it close to her chest all the way home.
I had told my daughter to say that I bought it when asked, but when my husband asked, she said, "Uncle Felix bought it for me. He also said he'd buy me lots and lots of toys in the future." My husband's expression immediately changed.
"Tell me, whose child is Isabella really?"
Faced with such an accusation, I felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
"I have never done anything to betray you. If you don't believe me, let's go for a paternity test tomorrow."
That night, I couldn't sleep. I listened to the thunderous sound of his snoring, but my heart kept sinking.
The next day, I prepared everything and went with him to take the test, but the result left me utterly shocked.
"I know in my heart who the father is. How could this be the result?"