I Saw A Birthmark On My Niece’s Body And Realized My Husband Is A Cheator – Story Of The Day

Under the comfort of the cedar tree, I enjoyed the breeze with little Sofia nestled in my arms. Although she was my sister-in-law Fiona’s daughter, my affection for her reflected a mother’s love.

My husband, David, had painted a sad picture of his estranged and distant family, so Fiona and Sofia’s move into our neighborhood came as a surprise. But their presence brought me joy I hadn’t anticipated.

As we enjoyed our picnic, Fiona’s cheerful offer to take Sofia was met with a playful shake of my head. “No. You should clean up a bit first. We’re fine here,” I insisted, hugging her baby closer.

Fiona’s laughter warmed my heart. Minutes later, the food was packed away with the appropriate blankets and Sofia was much more restless than before. I instantly knew what to do, I placed her slowly and carefully on the picnic mat and began to remove her clothes to change her diapers.

But with one look at her diapers, it was clear that they were still crystal clean. I was still adjusting the diaper around Sofia’s waist when I noticed the birthmark on her back. For a few seconds, I stood transfixed with my eyes fixed on the very familiar birthmark. I swore it was on my husband’s back, too.

A minute later, I had Sofia dressed and was holding her gently in my arms as I stared intently at her face. I frowned as my mind raced with possibilities, questioning the true relationship between David and Fiona.

Fiona and David’s proximity now seemed like a clue in a puzzle I didn’t know I was putting together. But I pretended to be okay and continued our casual conversation and joyful picnic, choosing to observe before voicing my opinions.

That night, in our quiet home, I continued to treat David with my usual warmth, but the discovery of the birthmark had raised suspicions in my mind. As I helped him dry off after his shower, a playful thing we sometimes did in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but notice the birthmark on his back.

It was too identical to Sofia’s. The similarity was undeniable, and it crushed me. I stopped helping her and heard her giggle.

“You should have at least warned me that the royal treatment only lasted a few seconds,” David joked, oblivious to the horrible things going through my mind.

The possibility that David had lied to me all these years was too painful.

Coming out of the bathroom, I decided to find the truth through a DNA test between Sofia and David.

“I need to know if Fiona is his lover,” I whispered before falling asleep.

***

During Fiona’s next visit, I pretended to be normal. I even ran to pick up the baby, feeling her small weight and warmth clear my mind.

“At this point, Sofia and I might as well move in,” Fiona laughed.

“Of course. We’re all family,” I said, laughing awkwardly. But luckily, she didn’t notice.

When Fiona was distracted, I took the opportunity to collect DNA samples: Sofia’s saliva and David’s hair, despite her confusion.

“Calm down. I just helped you get something out of your head,” I chided him when he protested my pulling his hair.

My resolve hardened as I handed over the DNA samples, more convinced than ever of my course of action. I was allowed to have the results sent to me, and I eagerly agreed. The sooner the better , I thought.

Fiona’s subsequent visits to Sofia only increased my uneasiness. Her attempts at conversation seemed like mockery, which fueled my anger and made her presence unbearable.

One day Fiona tried to talk to me, and to avoid having to answer, I pretended to be sick while lying in the living room watching TV. To my chagrin, David and Fiona soon joined me. Their casual banter got on my nerves.

But their discussion about Sofia’s future words was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Sofia is going to be a year old soon. I wonder what her first words will be,” David said with a rare smile as he looked at Sofia’s face. “Carmen, what do you think?”

“I don’t know. For all we know, it could be poop,” I snapped.

“I think I could be a dad,” David replied confidently, puffing out his chest like a proud father.

That put me over the edge.

In a flash, I stood up from the couch and pointed my finger at them. “Enough! Tell me the truth, Sofia is your daughter!” I shouted. “Don’t even try to deny it. I saw the birthmark on your back and Sofia’s.”

My anger quickly turned to sadness as my eyes filled with water, making my voice weaker than I wanted. Their silence and shocked expressions confirmed my fears.

“Every time I try to ask about Sofia’s father, I never get any answers. Tell me the truth!” I demanded, covering my face.

I expected them to speak up or defend themselves, but they just sat there looking shocked, almost as if they were surprised that I had found out. I turned and fled from the room.

The last thing I saw as I drove away was David trying to get in his car and chase me, but Fiona stopped him.

Seeking refuge in a hotel, I hoped the distance would offer me clarity. But my stomach betrayed me. I vomited everything I had eaten into the hotel bathroom, certain it was a physical manifestation of the betrayal I felt.

I shuffled over to the bed to rest when a thought froze me in place. “No!” I exclaimed to myself, horrified. Could I be… pregnant?

The thought of sharing a child with a man who had cheated on me haunted me all night.

Determined to find out the truth, I went to a pharmacy the next morning to take a pregnancy test. “I’d like a pregnancy kit,” I said, hoping for a quick transaction.

However, the pharmacist’s question and a helpful suggestion from another customer delayed me.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll take any mark,” I quickly replied, eager to leave. Once back in my room, anxiety overwhelmed me as I waited for the test result. The appearance of two lines confirmed my fears: I was pregnant.

The reality of my situation, coupled with David’s constant calls, made me feel trapped and alone. With no money and no options, I decided to go home, confront David and Fiona, and get my belongings back.

Fiona greeted me at the door. “Carmen, I’m glad you’re back. There’s so much to…”

But I walked past, indifferent to his attempts at explanation. I refused to listen. My mind was made up: I had to go. As I packed my bags, David shouted, “Listen to me, Fiona is my sister!” But I barely registered it.

I shrugged. “Even though it is. It’s not unheard of,” I commented, focusing on my clothes.

“I swear to you that Fiona is my sister and Sofia is my niece. Believe me,” she continued. “I don’t know why you think Sofia is mine, but I assure you she is not. I would never cheat on you.”

“If it looks like a rat and smells like one, what the hell am I supposed to call it?” I retorted, already finished with my bags, ready to leave this web of lies behind.

David blocked my way. His desperation was evident. “If you don’t believe me, how about a DNA test?” he suggested.

But I coldly revealed to him: “I already made one in secret.”

Fiona’s appearance at our bedroom door only made me angrier. “Don’t even bother saying anything. I’ve always wondered who Sofia’s father was,” I accused. “I saw the birthmark! I KNOW THE TRUTH!”

My frustration and pain spilled out into more tears. I hated crying in front of them again.

But then Fiona did something unexpected. She showed me her back, displaying the same birthmark. “I have the same birthmark,” she said, a revelation that stunned me. It was a family trait.

“I’m sorry I didn’t explain to you that Sofia’s father is an officer who was posted to another country, but he died there,” Fiona added, her eyes turning dark. “He died just before Sofia was born, and I can’t help but hate him a little for leaving. And it makes me feel guilty.”

“I just treat Sofia like she’s my own because Fiona wanted the little girl to have a close male figure in her life,” David explained.

However, my doubts persisted, since Fiona had not attended David and my wedding.

“Sofia was ill around the time of our wedding, but I later asked Fiona to come over to avoid her being alone,” she continued. “It took a while, but we managed it in the end.”

They also said that the rest of their family lived abroad, and those who remained in the country hated traveling unless it was a very special occasion. I looked at Fiona in embarrassment and told her about the secret DNA test.

She accepted it calmly: “I don’t care. As long as this misunderstanding is resolved.”

I decided we had to go to the facility to get the results. I couldn’t keep waiting for them to be delivered. Leaving my luggage behind, I had everyone get in my car and we got going.

***

A doctor led us into a room and showed us the results. Surprisingly, the samples were 100% consistent with the paternity.

“It’s impossible!” David exclaimed, his mouth agape like mine. I quickly grabbed the documents, wanting to confirm it with my own eyes… and exhaled loudly, relieved.

There were two different names on the sheets. I think I heard everyone sigh as well. The doctor apologized and presented the correct sheets.

Relief washed over my husband when the accurate test confirmed he was not Sofia’s father. “It’s good to know the first test was wrong,” he said, his laughter easing the tension.

“Even if the second test had said David was the father, I would have insisted we do another one,” Fiona said, standing up and indicating her intention to leave.

On the way home, I apologized profusely.

“It’s my fault. I made you have doubts and I didn’t clear all your suspicions even when you kept complaining about not knowing my family,” David said, shaking his head.

“We’re family. I should have told you about Sofia’s father, too,” Fiona added, coming over to hug me tightly.

We stayed in that position for a while until we heard baby noises from Sofia, who was still in Fiona’s arms. I was beyond happy to realize that my family was still intact, and they were even happier when I told them I was pregnant.

Months later, after giving birth to a baby boy named Zack, I was shocked to see the number of cars parked in front of our house as many people came in.

“I didn’t know your family members were so excited about a new baby,” I whispered into David’s ear as I held Zack, who was sleeping soundly in my arms.

David laughed and put his arms around me, and with Fiona behind us holding Sofia, we prepared to meet the rest of the family.

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