My Mom Left Me with My Dad When I Was Born, 19 Years Later, She Called Me with One Request

He was devastated, but when I was born, he made a decision that went beyond blood. He signed my birth certificate. He chose me. Liz couldn’t face the consequences of her choices and left, leaving him to raise a child who wasn’t biologically his, but was completely his in every way that mattered.

There was more. My biological father had tried to be involved when I was a baby. He had pushed for custody. Miles stopped him—not out of spite, but protection. The man was unstable, violent, and unreliable. Miles told him that if he truly cared, he would get his life together first. He never did. For nineteen years, my father let me believe a simplified story, willing to carry the burden alone rather than risk exposing me to someone who shared my DNA but not his integrity.

“I was fine being the bad guy,” Miles said softly. “I wasn’t fine with you getting hurt.”

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