I stood by the nursery window, watching the morning light filter through the lace curtains, casting a soft glow around Brittany’s crib. I couldn’t help but smile. This was everything I’d ever wanted.

I felt like the luckiest man alive, looking down at my daughter, so peaceful, so small. She was perfect. My little girl.

For years, I wondered if I’d ever get to this point; being married, becoming a dad, living in a house I helped design. It all seemed like a dream back in college when I first met Nadine.

I still remember the way she caught my eye, sitting on those steps outside the library with her sketchbook. I knew right away she was different, that she was going to be someone special to me.

We fell into each other’s lives so quickly, so easily. And now, here we are, married for five years. Brittany, our little angel, had just turned four months old.

I should’ve been happy. Hell, I was happy. But something had been gnawing at me lately. Nadine had been quieter than usual, distant even.

I kept telling myself it was the stress of being new parents, the sleepless nights, and the demands of her freelance work. But it was starting to wear on me.

I’d catch her looking at Brittany sometimes, her face tight, like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I didn’t know what to do with that.

Today was supposed to be a good day, though. Brittany’s baptism. A moment to celebrate her and solidify this new life we’d created.

I turned to look toward the bedroom. Nadine was still asleep, curled up under a blanket like a cocoon. Maybe the baptism would lift her spirits. We could use something to feel good about.

The church felt like home the moment we stepped through those doors. The old stone walls and the familiar smell of incense were all so comforting.

My family had been coming here for generations. My parents were married here. I was baptized here. This place was part of me, part of us.

Nadine walked beside me, holding Brittany in her arms. She barely said a word all morning, her face pale. I chalked it up to nerves. She was always the quiet one during big events like this.

“You okay?” I asked, leaning in a little as we walked up the aisle toward the altar.

She gave me a small, tight smile. “Yeah, just… a little nervous.”

I nodded, squeezing her hand lightly. Nerves. That’s all it was. Everything was fine.

Father Gabriel greeted us with his usual warmth, and the ceremony began with the usual prayers and blessings.

I felt a surge of pride standing there with my family. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I’d look back on and think, “We made it.” Everything was finally perfect.

But then, Father Gabriel took Brittany in his arms, and something changed.

I could feel it in the air, a shift so subtle at first, but growing heavier by the second. The priest’s hands trembled as he held her, his eyes fixed on her face. He seemed… shaken.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, though every part of me was screaming inside.

Father Gabriel’s eyes met mine, his face pale. “This is impossible… this child…” He stammered, glancing back down at Brittany. “She’s… my brother’s.”

I froze. I couldn’t have heard him right.

“What did you say?” My voice cracked, a mixture of disbelief and fear clawing its way out of me.

Father Gabriel looked at me, then back to Brittany. His hands shook more now, like he was fighting to keep his composure.

“My brother, Matthew, and I… we both have a distinct birthmark,” he said, his voice low. “A crescent-shaped mark behind his left ear. It runs in our family. Brittany has it too.”

I felt the floor drop out from under me. No. This couldn’t be happening. Brittany was mine, she was mine! I turned to Nadine, but she was already moving, backing away, her face pale as a ghost.

Then, without a word, she bolted.

“Nadine!” I shouted, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t even look back.

The church was silent, save for the whispers of the congregation. Everyone was watching, but I couldn’t focus on them. I couldn’t focus on anything except the ringing in my ears, and the panic rising in my chest.

This couldn’t be real.

I barely heard Father Gabriel trying to explain something about how his brother looked exactly like Brittany when he was a baby, and how it couldn’t be a coincidence.

But none of it made sense. Brittany was mine. Nadine and I — we had a baby. We were a family.

Except… now, I wasn’t so sure. My heart pounded in my chest as I ran out of the church, chasing after Nadine.

When I burst through the front door of our house, my whole body was shaking. I didn’t know what I expected to find; maybe Nadine was in tears, ready to explain everything, to tell me it was all a mistake.

But when I found her in our bedroom frantically shoving clothes into a suitcase, the hope inside me shattered.

“You’re not leaving,” I said, my voice cold, barely recognizing it as my own. “Not until you tell me the truth.”

She didn’t even turn to face me. She just kept packing, her hands trembling as she threw things into the bag. “Daniel, I—”

“Is it true?” I demanded, my voice rising and the anger finally boiling over. “Is Brittany… not mine?”

She stopped. For a moment, the room went dead quiet. Then, slowly, she turned around, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I never meant for you to find out like this.”

“Find out like this?” I repeated, my voice breaking. “How the hell were you expecting me to find out? At her high school graduation?“

Nadine flinched, looking down at the floor. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” she said, her voice barely audible. “It was a mistake, Daniel. I… I was lonely, and Matthew… it just happened.”

“It just happened?” I laughed bitterly, the sound raw and ugly. “A mistake is something you do once. This? This is… this is our whole life, Nadine. Everything we’ve built… was it all a lie?”

She shook her head, sobbing now. “I love you, Daniel. I do, and I never wanted to hurt you, I swear.”

“You’ve already destroyed me,” I whispered.

There was nothing left to say. The truth was out, and it burned through every inch of me, leaving nothing behind but ashes.

Nadine, the woman I thought was my soulmate, had lied to me and betrayed our wedding vows.

And now, she was leaving, taking whatever was left of our life with her. I watched as she pulled the ring off her finger and placed it on the nightstand.

“What about Brittany? Are you leaving her too?”

She froze in the doorway and let out a deep sigh. “I am… I’m sorry, but the last few months have shown me I’m not cut out to be a mother. Besides, I don’t even know where I’m going from here.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but before I could reply, Nadine was gone.

That night, the house felt like it was hollowed out, just like me.

I sat in the living room, staring at nothing as Brittany slept in her crib upstairs. I couldn’t process it. How had everything fallen apart so quickly? One minute, I was the happiest man in the world. The next… my whole life was a lie.

I couldn’t get Father Gabriel’s words out of my head. She’s my brother’s. Brittany… wasn’t mine. But when I thought about walking away from her, my heart ached in a way I couldn’t explain.

She might not have been my blood, but she was still my daughter. I was there when she was born, I held her, fed her, and comforted her through sleepless nights. I was the only father she’d ever known.

I went upstairs, quietly opening the door to her room. She was so peaceful, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. I sat down beside her crib, my throat tight.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, tears burning in my eyes. “No matter what, you’re mine.”

I realized in that moment that love wasn’t about biology. It wasn’t about blood. It was about showing up, being there, and giving everything you have.

Brittany needed me, and I wasn’t going to walk away from her.

“This is what God decided,” I murmured, cradling her in my arms.

And in that moment, I knew this was my path, and I would see it through.

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