I rushed in, confused—until I saw the small birthmark on Sam’s foot. Identical to Mark’s. That night, Mark claimed it was a coincidence. I didn’t believe him. So I sent in a DNA test behind his back. The results confirmed my worst suspicion:
Sam was Mark’s biological son from a one-night stand during a business trip—while I was undergoing fertility treatments. Mark had no idea the child existed until he saw that birthmark. But what hurt more than the betrayal was that his first instinct was to give Sam away. I couldn’t let that happen.