“I want a DNA test. If that girl isn’t my son’s child, she doesn’t deserve our family name.”
Diego threw her out immediately.
That night, while holding Valentina as she slept, I made a decision.
I would take the DNA test.
Not because I doubted myself.
Not because Diego doubted me.
But because I wanted to put the truth in front of Graciela and force her to face it.
Two weeks later, the results arrived.
Diego handed me the envelope unopened.
“I don’t need a test to know she’s my daughter,” he said. Daughterrelationship advice
I opened it.
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