It was identical to Joshua’s, the same mark I’d traced with my finger countless times over our years together.
The world turned upside down. And memories flashed through my mind. Joshua working late last year, the strange calls he’d take in another room, and the distance that had grown between us.
I walked back out to the waiting area on shaky legs. Joshua was talking to an officer, his back to me.
“Josh,” I called out. “I need to show you something.”
In a quiet corner of the station, I showed him the birthmark. The color drained from his face in an instant.
“Is there something you need to tell me?” I asked, my teary eyes boring into his. “Are you hiding something from me, Josh?”
He sank into a chair, head in his hands. “Grace, I… I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
“Remember last year, when I was working late on the Miller account?” He couldn’t meet my eyes.
“Tell me… I’m all ears.”
“There was this woman, Kira. She was going through a divorce, and we started talking. She knew about our struggles to have a baby…”
“Did you sleep with her?”
His silence was answer enough.
“It was just a few weeks,” he finally confessed. “We ended it. I never knew she was pregnant. I swear, Grace, I had no idea.”
I felt like I was underwater, everything muffled and distant. “While I was taking hormones and going through painful procedures, you were having an AFFAIR?”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
I looked down at Andrea, still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the chaos she’d brought into our lives.
“How could you do this to us?” I cried, staring at Joshua… the man I loved. And trusted unconditionally.
“I was lost,” he said, his eyes pleading. “Watching you go through all those treatments, seeing how much pain you were in… I couldn’t handle it. Kira was just… there.”
“And now her baby… your baby… is here. With us.”
The DNA test later confirmed what we already knew. Andrea was Joshua’s daughter.
That night, in our too-quiet house, with Andrea asleep in a hastily purchased bassinet, I finally broke down.
“Do you know what it’s been like? Everyone questioning why I couldn’t give you a child. The pitying looks. The suggestions to ‘just relax and it’ll happen.’ And all this time while you…”
Joshua reached for me, but I backed away. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”
“I know I messed up, Grace. But please, can we try to work through this? For Andrea’s sake?”
I looked at the sleeping baby. Despite everything, my heart swelled with love for her. She was innocent in all of this.
“I don’t know how to forgive you,” I admitted.
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