Off The Record

I Found Out My Husband Is Cheating On Me When I Saw A Birthmark On My Niece

Published on August 27, 2024

I was shocked to learn that my niece had the exact same birthmark that I had remembered seeing on my spouse. However, I made the decision to conduct a covert DNA test that I knew would uncover the truth before making any snap decisions.

I enjoyed the wind under the shade of the cedar tree, holding tiny Sofia close to me. My love for my sister-in-law, Fiona, was like a mother’s love, even though I was her child.

It was unexpected when Fiona and Sofia moved into our neighborhood because my husband, David, had portrayed a depressing picture of his distant and estranged family. However, their presence made me happy in a way I hadn’t expected.

I shook my head playfully at Fiona’s lighthearted offer to take Sofia back as we enjoyed our lunch. “Not at all. First, you ought to tidy up a little.” I held the infant tighter and insisted, “We are fine here.”

Fiona’s laughter touched my heart. After a few minutes, the food was arranged with appropriate coverings, and Sofia’s level of agitation had significantly increased. I put her on the picnic mat gently and carefully, and as soon as I started taking off her clothes to change her diaper, I knew exactly what to do.

However, a quick glance at her diapers revealed that they were still immaculate. Sofia’s birthmark on her back caught my attention while I was still fastening the diaper to her waist. I hesitated for a few seconds, staring at the birthmark that I recognized so well. I could have sworn that one was on my spouse’s back as well.

After dressing baby Sofia, I held her tenderly in my arms and gazed carefully at her face for a minute. I scowled, wondering what really was going on between David and Fiona as my head was spinning with all the possible scenarios.

David’s and Fiona’s connection now appeared like a piece of the puzzle I was putting together without realizing it. But I chose to watch before I spoke, so I seemed to be alright and carried on with our lighthearted lunch and chat.

Later that night, in our peaceful house, I still showed David the same love I normally did, but learning about the birthmark had raised doubts in my mind. We used to play in the bathroom, so while I was helping him dry off after his shower, I couldn’t help but notice the birthmark on his back.

It resembled Sofia’s too much. That was how identical they were, and it broke my heart. I heard him laugh and I stopped trying to help him.

“You ought to have informed me that the royal treatment was temporary,” David teased, not realizing the terrible thoughts racing through my head.

It hurt too much to think that David had lied to me all these years.

As I came out of the restroom, I made the decision to use Sofia and David’s DNA to discover the truth.

I said in a whisper, “I need to know if Fiona is his mistress,” and went to sleep.

When Fiona came back, I pretended everything was normal. I was so relieved by the baby’s little weight and warmth that I raced to pick her up.o

“Sofia and I might as well move in now,” Fiona chuckled.

“Obviously. We are all family,” I remarked, stutteringly laughing. Fortunately, though, she missed it.

Fiona was sidetracked, so I took advantage of the moment to get DNA samples from David’s hair and Sofia’s saliva.

“Slow down.” When he objected to my tugging on his hair, I reprimanded, “I just helped you pull something out of your head.”

As I dropped off the DNA samples, my resolve grew stronger, and I was as convinced as ever of my course of action. When I was told I could have the findings forwarded to me, I enthusiastically accepted. I reasoned that the sooner, the better.

The next few times Fiona saw Sofia, it only made me feel more nervous. Her attempts at dialogue came out as mocking, which infuriated me and made her presence intolerable.

When Fiona tried to chat with me one day, I feigned to be sick and watched TV in the sitting room so that I wouldn’t have to answer. David and Fiona soon joined me, much to my chagrin. Their lighthearted humor irritated my frazzled nerves.

However, their conversation about Sofia’s upcoming remarks was the final straw.

Sofia will turn two years old in a short while. Gazing down at Sofia’s face, David added with a rare smile, “I wonder what her first words would be.” “Carmen, what do you think?”

“I’m not sure. For all we know, it might be poo-poo,” I yelled.

With a confident “I think it could be dada,” David protruded his chest like a delighted father.

That was the tipping point for me.

I quickly got up from the couch and pointed a finger at them. “Enough now! I want to know the truth; Sofia is your kid. I shouted. Never even attempt to dispute it. I noticed Sofia’s and your birthmarks.”

My voice was weaker than I wanted it to be, and my fury turned to grief very fast as tears filled my eyes. Their looks of shock and quiet validated my suspicions.

“I’ve tried inquiring about Sofia’s paternity each time. I never hear back from anyone. Tell me the truth, please!” With my face covered, I demanded.

Instead of speaking up or defending themselves as I had expected, they just sat there looking stunned, as if they were shocked that I had actually found out. I turned and ran out of the house.

As I drove away, I observed David attempting to jump into his vehicle and pursue me, but Fiona intervened to stop him.

I sought solace in a motel, thinking that time would bring insight. However, my stomach let me down. In the hotel bathroom, I regurgitated everything I had eaten. I was positive that this was a physical representation of my feelings of betrayal.

An idea stopped me in my tracks as I dragged my feet toward the bed to take a nap. “No!” Horrified, I yelled to myself. I might be pregnant.

Throughout the night, I couldn’t shake the thought of having a child with a man who had lied to me.

The next morning, I went to a pharmacy to get a pregnancy test since I was determined to find out. I said, “I’d like a pregnancy kit,” expecting the transaction to go quickly.

However, the pharmacist’s query and a useful tip from a different customer caused me to wait.

“It is irrelevant.” “Any brand will do,” I replied hastily, wanting to get out of there. I was really nervous when I got back to my room and saw the test results. My suspicions were verified when two lines appeared: I was pregnant.

David kept calling, and the truth of my circumstances made me feel isolated and helpless. I made the decision to go back home, confront David and Fiona, and get my stuff since I was out of money and options.

Fiona met me at the entrance. I’m happy you’re back, Carmen. There’s so much we can do.

However, I ignored her and didn’t care about her attempts to clarify. I was not going to listen. I had made up my mind and had to get out. David said, “Listen to me, Fiona is my sister!” as I was packing. However, I hardly noticed it.

I gave a shrug. “Even if she is,. It’s hardly unheard of,” I said, glancing at my attire.

“Fiona is my sister, and Sofia is my niece, I swear to you. Believe me,” he went on. “I’m not sure why you would believe Sofia is yours, but I can tell you that she is not. I’d never be unfaithful to you.”

“If it looks like a rat and smells like one, what the hell am I supposed to call it?” With my luggage packed and ready to go out of this web of falsehoods, I shot back.

David got in the way of me. It was clear how desperate he was. He said, “If you don’t believe me, how about a DNA test?”

However, I admitted icily that “I already took one in secret.”

My anger increased when Fiona appeared at the doorway of our bedroom. “Don’t even attempt to communicate. I’ve always been curious about Sofia’s father,” I said. “The birthmark is visible! I AM AFRAID OF THE FACT.”

My anguish and rage erupted into more tears. I detested that I was crying in their presence once more.

However, Fiona took unexpected action. She turned to face me and showed me the same birthmark. Her statement, “I have the same birthmark,” astounded me. It came from the family.

Fiona said, her eyes darkening, “I apologize for not clarifying that Sofia’s father is a commissioned officer who was deployed to another country but died there.” “I can’t help but blame him a little for leaving, and he passed away soon before Sofia was born. And I feel bad about it.”

“I only treat Sofia like my own because Fiona wanted Sofia to have a close male figure in her life,” David said.

Still, I had my suspicions because Fiona had not been to David and my wedding.

“Sofia was sick around our wedding, but I later asked Fiona to move closer to prevent her from being alone,” he said. “It took a while, but we finally made it happen.”

They said that the remaining members of their family were foreigners and that, unless it was a very rare occasion, they detested traveling. With a shamed expression on my face, I informed Fiona about the covert DNA test.

She took it coolly and said, “It’s okay. As long as this miscommunication is cleared up.”

I concluded that in order to obtain the results, we had to visit the facility. I was getting impatient waiting for the delivery. I ordered us all to get into my car, and I drove off, leaving my bags behind.

We were shown the results by a doctor, who escorted us into a room. Surprisingly, there was a 100% paternity match between the samples.

“That’s impossible!” David yelled, as surprised as I was. I seized the paperwork in a hurry because I wanted to see for myself that it was true. and let out a deep, sigh of relief.

The papers had two distinct names on them. I believe I heard sighs from everyone. After apologizing, the doctor delivered the appropriate sheets.

My spouse felt relieved when the precise test revealed he wasn’t Sofia’s father. Laughing, he said, “It’s good to know that the first test was wrong,” releasing some of the strain.

Fiona stood up and indicated her desire to depart. “Even if the second test said that David was the father, I would have insisted that we do another one,” Fiona stated.

My apologies flowed from home.

“I’m to blame. Even though you kept whining about not getting to meet my family, I gave you cause for mistrust and didn’t entirely dispel it,” David shook his head.

“We are related. I should have informed you about Sofia’s father as well,” Fiona continued, drawing nearer to give me a firm hug.

We remained there for some time until Sofia, who was still in Fiona’s arms, started making loud baby noises. When I told my family that I was pregnant, they were even more thrilled than I was to hear that I was still living with them.

Many months after giving birth to a son named Zack, I was astounded by the sheer number of cars parked in front of our house as a sizable crowd poured in.

Whispering in David’s ear, “I didn’t know your family members were this excited about a new baby,” I cradled Zack, who was soundly sleeping, in my arms.

With a grin, David encircled me with his arms, and we prepared to greet the rest of the family with Fiona holding Sofia in back.