But how could this be? Could our son have been switched at birth? Maybe the hospital made a mistake. I decided to get my son's blood type tested again, just to be sure. When the results came back and I saw "Type A" clearly written, I got goosebumps. It didn’t make any sense; my husband Liam and I had our blood types tested every year during the company's physical exams, so they couldn't be wrong. So, where did the error happen?
Then it hit me: DNA paternity testing. Holding on to a sliver of hope, I rushed home, grabbed my son’s and Liam’s toothbrushes and took them to the hospital. I thought about calling my husband but decided against it until I had the results—no point in more useless arguments. The waiting felt endless, every minute dragging on. Finally, the results came out and a faint smile appeared on my face as I read the report: 100% Parent-child relationship.
I couldn’t wait any longer—I had to tell Liam. I rushed to his company, feeling anxious and scared he wouldn’t believe me. This was our company, but I had moved to a behind-the-scenes role and wasn’t involved in management anymore. I didn’t want any misunderstandings to ruin our marriage.