Chapter 1: The Baby With My Eyes
After three sons, my husband finally placed a baby girl in my arms — I was sobbing with joy until the doctor asked to speak with me alone.
After our third son was born, I packed away the tiny pink blanket I'd bought years earlier.
I adored my boys.
But my husband, David, knew I'd always dreamed of having a daughter.
Then, seventeen years later, my phone rang at 6:20 a.m.
David was at the hospital.
"Come quickly.
And don't bring the boys."
When I arrived, he was standing outside the maternity ward.
Holding a newborn girl.
I couldn't move.
"David...
whose baby is that?"
His eyes filled with tears.
"Ours."
He placed her in my arms.
She had dark hair, tiny fingers, and the most beautiful gray eyes.
I started sobbing.
David kissed my forehead.
"Her name is Grace."
I didn't understand what was happening.
But before I could ask, a doctor approached us.
"Mrs.
Carter?
I need to speak with you alone."
David immediately stiffened.
"There's no need."
The doctor ignored him.
Inside his office, he closed the door.
"Your husband told you how Grace came to be here?"
"No."
His expression shifted.
Then he slid a folder across the desk.
Inside was a DNA report.
I recognized David's name.
Probability of paternity: 0%.
I stared at the doctor.
"Then why did he say she's ours?"
The doctor turned the page.
There was another result.
This one had my name on it.
Probability of biological relationship: 99.8%.
My hands went numb.
"That's impossible.
I'm 54."
"I know."
"Who is her mother?"
The doctor hesitated.
Before he could continue, someone began pounding on the office door.
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