When the results came back, their contents changed my life forever.
It all started with an innocent test. My son, Kuba, was having increasingly serious health problems. The doctors suggested genetic testing to rule out potential hereditary diseases. I was worried, but certain it was just a formality. Kuba was my only child, and I would do anything to make sure he was healthy.
When the results came back, their contents changed my life forever.
I sat in the doctor's office, holding the envelope in my hands. The doctor was saying something about needing further tests, but my eyes stopped on one sentence: „Genetic mismatch with father.”
– „I'm sorry, doctor… what does that mean?” – I asked, feeling my voice tremble.
The doctor looked at me with confusion.
– „This means that Mr. Adam, listed as Kuba's father, is not his biological father.”
The world spun. The doctor's words echoed in my head, but I couldn't understand them. My husband, Adam, had loved Kuba since the day he was born. He had been with me the entire time we were raising our child. How is that possible??
I returned home in a state of near panic. Adam was waiting for me with concern in his eyes.
– “How did it go? What do the doctors say?”
I couldn't look him in the eye. I took a deep breath and gave him the results.
– “Adam… we need to talk.”
He read the documents, his face changing with each passing moment. When he finished, he looked at me with a mixture of pain and disbelief.
– „What's that supposed to mean? This is some kind of mistake, right?”
– „Adam, I… I don't know what to say myself. This must be a mistake.”
– „Mistake? Ania, are you sure there's nothing you haven't told me?”
The silence that fell was worse than any words. I knew what he was trying to imply. And then the memories from over a decade ago came rushing back.
We had a difficult time at the beginning of our marriage. We argued about everything – money, about not having time for each other, about the future. One night, after one of those arguments, I went to a party with friends, trying to escape from my problems. There I met Michael, a friend of a friend. He was nice, funny, and I felt so lonely then.
It was just one time. We never met again. I went back to Adam feeling guilty, but I promised myself I would never tell him about it. I thought it was the past, that it didn't matter. And now that past has come back to destroy everything.
– „Adam, there's something you need to know– I said, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I told him everything, from beginning to end. His face hardened, and his eyes filled with anger.
„So my whole life with Kuba was a lie?!”
– „No, Adam! You are his father, the one who raised him, the one who loves him. That doesn't change!”
– „But you changed it, Ania. You! How could you hide it from me?”
Adam left home that night and didn't come back for several days. I tried to call him, write to him, but he didn't answer. Kuba, unaware of the whole situation, asked where Dad was, and I couldn't find an answer.
Eventually Adam came back, but he was a completely different person. His gaze was cold, and our conversations were limited to the minimum. Kuba was still important to him, but our marriage seemed irreversibly broken.
Months passed. Adam decided to leave. He said he loved Kuba, but he couldn't live with the feeling of betrayal that had destroyed our relationship. Kuba, though still young, sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't ask questions. I knew that one day he would have to learn the truth – the whole truth.
Now I'm alone, with a son who means everything to me, and with a pain that will stay with me forever. I know that my decisions from years ago ruined our family. But I also know that Kuba is innocent. I will do everything to make sure he never has to pay for my mistakes. Because even though the truth was brutal, my love for him was always true.
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