😲 After the death of my wife, I kicked her daughter out: Ten years later, a woman came to my house, and what she told me broke my heart.
A few weeks after my wife’s funeral, I discovered that our daughter was not my biological daughter. I was furious, and I couldn’t forgive this betrayal.
Anger took over me, and I kicked her out, saying: “Get out! You’re not my child and never come back!”
She left without a word, but what I had said to her that day echoed in my head for ten long years.
I thought she would go to her grandmother’s house, and at first, I didn’t even want to know where she was or what she was doing. Slowly, I cut ties with those who knew my wife.
Over time, my life became a real nightmare, filled with regrets and loneliness. Sometimes, I thought I could hear the sound of our daughter’s voice in the house. Walking past her room, I would remember the times when she’d run toward me when returning from school.
Then, one day, a woman came to my house. I had never seen her before, but what she told me broke my heart.
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She revealed to me that my wife’s daughter was still alive but seriously ill, suffering from kidney failure.
And the worst part was that she was actually my biological daughter.
I went to the hospital to see her.
She was pale and hooked up to machines.
I was told she had been found on the street many years ago.
“I knew you would come,” she said, slowly opening her eyes.
I immediately agreed to donate a kidney to her, hoping to fix the mistake I had made.
The operation went well.
After weeks of uncertainty, I saw her wake up, stronger, determined to rebuild our relationship.
Our bond was now unbreakable, and a future full of hope lay before us.
