My SIL Did a DNA Test for My Daughter Behind My Back — When I Learned Her Reason for This, I Went Low Contact with My Brother

Then out of nowhere, you adopt a baby? What was I supposed to think?”

“Maybe that I loved her parents? That I wasn’t going to let their daughter be raised by strangers?

That I did something selfless for once in my life?” I retorted.

His jaw tightened. “I just —”

“You just WHAT?

Decided to trick your fiancée into proving some ridiculous theory you made up in your own head? What was your plan when the test came back?”

Ronaldo looked away.

I scoffed. “You didn’t think that far, did you?”

“Look,” Ronaldo said, leaning forward with that patronizing tone I’ve always hated, “I was trying to help you.

You’re my little brother. I’ve watched you sacrifice your entire twenties —”

“SACRIFICE?” I shouted, unable to contain myself any longer. “Is that what you think being Ava’s father is to me?

Some noble SACRIFICE?”

Ronaldo blinked, momentarily stunned by my outburst.

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