When I babysat my best friend Kelly’s son, I noticed something chilling — a birthmark identical to my husband Ryan’s. His features looked too familiar.
I secretly did a DNA test. The result? 99.9% match. Ryan was Thomas’s father.
I confronted them both. Kelly admitted they’d been together in high school. Ryan confessed he knew once Kelly came back into our lives but kept it secret “to protect me.”
I felt betrayed beyond words. But one thing was clear: Thomas deserved the truth. Ryan now has to step up as a father, and while I’m not ready to end my marriage, nothing will ever be the same.
