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Dark-Skinned Dad Demands a DNA Test on Pale Baby as She Didn't Look Like Him & His Sons

Salwa Nadeem
Sep 25, 2024
03:15 P.M.

I thought having our third child would bring us closer together. Instead, it tore us apart. When my husband refused to hold our newborn daughter, I knew something was terribly wrong. But I never expected the accusation that followed.

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I'm Amber, 35, and this is how my life turned upside down after the birth of my daughter.

My husband Randall and I had what I thought was a perfect life.

A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

We both had great jobs and our two boys, Ben (6) and Liam (5) were the light of our lives. We'd just moved into a bigger house in a nice neighborhood, and everything seemed to be falling into place.

Then came the surprise. I was pregnant again!

We were over the moon. Randall was so excited about having a little girl. He'd talk to my belly every night, telling her stories and making plans for tea parties and daddy-daughter dances. It was adorable.

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A woman holding her belly | Source: Pexels

A woman holding her belly | Source: Pexels

But let me back up a bit. There's something I need to explain about my work situation.

I have this coworker, George. He's about 50, and over the past year, he'd become really friendly with me and another coworker, Bella. He'd leave flowers on our desks and write us little encouraging notes.

Honestly, I never thought much of it. He was happily married and always gushing about his family. I saw him as a kind, fatherly figure at work.

Randall, though, he didn't like it one bit when he found out.

A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

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"Amber, don't you think that's a bit... inappropriate?" he asked one night after dinner.

I laughed it off.

"Oh, come on. It's just George being nice. He does it for Bella too."

"I don't care if he does it for the whole office," Randall looked straight into my eyes. "He's married, you're married. There should be boundaries."

"Trust me, honey. There's nothing to worry about," I assured him. "Besides, I look as big as a house now!"

Little did I know that this topic would soon return to haunt me.

A pregnant woman holding her belly | Source: Midjourney

A pregnant woman holding her belly | Source: Midjourney

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Fast forward to the birth of our daughter, Mya.

The delivery was smooth. I still remember how tears streamed down my cheeks when I saw her for the first time. She was perfect and I fell in love with her instantly.

But when Randall saw her, his eyes widened like he'd seen something unexpected. He held her stiffly, almost reluctantly.

I was too tired to really notice at the time, but looking back, that was the moment everything started to unravel.

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A newborn baby girl | Source: Pexels

Once we got home, Randall's behavior became impossible to ignore. He wouldn't hold Mya, wouldn't even look at her. He was fine with the boys, playing and laughing with them like always. But with Mya? Nothing.

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"Randall, what's wrong?" I asked one night, after he'd rushed out of the room when I brought Mya in for a feeding.

He just shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

But he wasn't fine. And neither was I.

A man looking away while talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man looking away while talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

I started feeling awful about myself.

Was I not attractive anymore? I thought. Did he resent me for having another baby?

My hormones were all over the place, and his coldness was breaking my heart.

This went on for two agonizing months. Two months of me trying to juggle a newborn and two energetic boys, all while feeling like my husband had checked out of our marriage.

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Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

"Randall, we need to talk," I said one night after putting the kids to bed. "And I mean really talk. What is going on with you?"

He was quiet for a long time, staring at his hands. Then, he looked up and said something that broke my heart into a million pieces.

"I want a paternity test."

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me. I want a paternity test for Mya."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Why on earth would you want that?" I snapped. "Of course she's yours!"

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A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney

He stood up, pacing the room.

"Is she? Because she sure doesn't look like it. She doesn't look anything like me or the boys. But you know who she does look like? That coworker of yours. George."

The pieces started falling into place. Mya did have pale skin and green eyes, just like George. But that didn't mean...

"Are you accusing me of cheating on you?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm not accusing you of anything," Randall said, but his tone didn't support his words. "I just want to know the truth."

A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

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"The truth is that I have never, ever cheated on you!" I yelled. "Mya looks like my grandparents. You've seen their pictures!"

But Randall wouldn't listen. He was convinced that I'd been unfaithful, and nothing I said could change his mind.

To make matters worse, he told his family about his suspicions, and even they demanded a paternity test.

The next time Randall's mother, Sophia, came over, I could feel the judgment radiating off her. She barely looked at Mya, and when she did, it was with thinly veiled disgust.

An older woman | Source: Midjourney

An older woman | Source: Midjourney

"I always knew you were trouble," she muttered when Randall was out of earshot. "Poor Randall, thinking he had a faithful wife."

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I was too shocked to even respond. The hurt and humiliation were overwhelming. How could they think this of me? How could Randall not trust me after all our years together?

Finally, after weeks of tension and accusations, I agreed to the paternity test. Not because I had any doubts, but because I wanted to put this whole ugly mess behind us.

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I scheduled it right before Ben's birthday, planning to reveal the results at the family gathering.

The day of Ben's party arrived. Randall and his family were sitting in the living room, away from Mya and me. I felt so angry watching them laugh and chat, acting like everything was normal.

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Then, it was time to cut the cake.

"Before we sing, I have something to say," I said, grabbing everyone's attention.

Then, I pulled out an envelope from my pocket.

"I have the results of a paternity test here."

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A woman holding an envelope | Source: Pexels

The room fell silent.

"I didn't want to do this," I said, my voice shaking. "But I felt I had no choice. For months, I've been accused of cheating, of lying about who Mya's father is. I've been treated like a stranger in my own home, watched my husband refuse to hold his own daughter."

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I paused, looking around the room. Ben and Liam looked confused, too young to fully understand what was happening. Meanwhile, Randall's family members shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze.

An older woman sitting in her son's house | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting in her son's house | Source: Midjourney

"So here it is," I continued, pulling out the paper. "The results prove what I've been saying all along. Randall, you are Mya's father. One hundred percent."

I can never forget the look on Randall's face. He was ashamed and regretted every moment he thought I'd cheated on him. Meanwhile, Sophia's mouth hung open like she'd heard something unexpected.

"I... I don't know what to say," Randall finally spoke.

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A man looking straight ahead, wide eyes | Source: Midjourney

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"You don't have to say anything," I replied, my tone cold. "Your actions over the past few months have said plenty."

That's when Sophia stepped forward and began apologizing.

"Amber, dear, we're so sorry," she said. "We just thought—"

"You thought what?" I cut her off. "That I was the kind of person who would cheat on my husband? That I'd lie about my child's father? After everything we've been through together as a family?"

A woman talking to her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

I wasn't ready to forgive anyone. Especially not after everything I'd gone through.

Then, Randall stood up, moving towards Mya's crib in the corner of the room.

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For the first time since her birth, he reached down and picked her up. Tears streamed down his face as he cradled her.

"She's beautiful," he whispered, looking at me. "I'm so sorry, Amber. I don't know how I could have been so blind."

I wanted to feel happy at this moment, to see my husband finally bonding with our daughter. But all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest.

A man holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

The damage had been done, and I wasn't sure if we could ever fully recover from it.

The rest of the evening went by as we celebrated Ben's birthday, ensuring he didn't feel bad because of our problems. Then, once everyone left, I turned to Randall with a solid plan in my mind.

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"We need to talk," I said firmly.

He nodded, handing Mya to me.

"I know. Let me just put the boys to bed."

Once the kids were settled, Randall and I sat at the kitchen table.

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Chairs near a kitchen table | Source: Pexels

"I don't even know where to start," I began, my voice trembling. "Do you have any idea how much you've hurt me? How humiliated I've felt these past months?"

"I know I messed up, Amber," Randall said, unable to look into my eyes. "I let my insecurities get the best of me. When I saw Mya, she looked so different... I just couldn't think straight."

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A man sitting in the kitchen, looking down | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in the kitchen, looking down | Source: Midjourney

"But that's just it, Randall," I said, frustration seeping into my voice. "You didn't think. You didn't trust me. After all these years together, you believed I could do something like that to you."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he pleaded. "I'll do anything to make this right."

"I've been talking to a divorce lawyer," I lied.

"What? No, Amber, please," Randall looked at me with wide eyes. "We can work this out."

"Can we?" I asked. "Because right now, I'm not sure I can ever trust you again. You turned your back on me when I needed you most. You let your family treat me like dirt."

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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

"Tell me what I can do," Randall begged. "I'll do anything."

I looked at him and saw the man I fell in love with, the father of my children. But I also saw the man who had deeply wounded me.

"I'm willing to give you one chance," I said slowly. "But I have conditions."

"Anything. Name it."

"First, we move. I can't stay in this town where everyone knows what happened. I need a fresh start."

"Okay," Randall agreed quickly. "I can look for job transfers tomorrow."

A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

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"Second," I continued, "we cut ties with your mother. At least for now. I can't have her in our lives after how she treated me."

This one seemed to hit Randall harder, but after a moment, he nodded. "I understand. It's fair."

"And lastly," I said, "we both go to therapy. Couples counseling and individual sessions. We need to work through this properly."

"Of course," Randall said. "Whatever it takes."

At that point, I wasn't sure if this would work, but I was relieved knowing Randall was willing to make things work.

Now, it's been a few months since we moved, and I can say things between us have started to change.

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A woman sitting in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney

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I don't know whether it's just the therapy sessions or being away from Sophia has also helped, but whatever it is, I'm glad Randall and I didn't have to part ways.

After all, that would've been the most hurtful thing for my kids.

If you enjoyed reading this story, here's another one you might like: When a new family moved in next door, the eerie resemblance between their daughter and my own sent me spiraling into suspicion. Could my husband be hiding an affair? I had to confront him, but the truth turned out to be far darker than I imagined.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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