😯 I woke up with an unknown baby in my arms: when I finally understood who her parents were and that I hadn’t been chosen at random, my world collapsed.
One day, I was walking in the park. Lost in my thoughts, I sat down on a bench, so tired that I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep.
When I woke up, there was a baby in my arms. I was stunned and couldn’t understand what was happening. I looked around, but there was no one there.
However, I found a letter on the bench:
“Her name is Andrea. I can’t take care of her anymore. Now she’s yours. Forgive me for everything. Don’t look for me. You’ll never find me.”
For a few seconds, I didn’t know what to do. Should I go straight to the police, or wait a little?
I called my husband and explained the situation to him. He arrived quickly, and together we decided to go to the police station.
Once at the station, I wanted to change the baby’s diaper. That’s when I saw a birthmark on her leg. I was in shock. I knew this baby’s parents, and it was…
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When I saw the birthmark on the baby’s leg, a cold chill ran through me.
It was exactly the same as my husband’s.
My mind immediately made the connection: a year earlier, he had confessed to me that he’d had an affair, but he swore it was over, that it hadn’t meant anything.
But there, right in front of me, was the proof of the opposite.
I didn’t need anything more to understand.
This little girl was the result of a story my husband had carefully hidden from me.
I went home with a broken heart, feeling the world collapse beneath my feet.
I made my decision.
I left him with his baby.
I filed for divorce, because I knew I could no longer live with that man.
Too many lies, too much betrayal.
