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

“Isabel,” I said, “blood doesn’t make a family. Love does.

Commitment does.”

“I know that now,” she whispered. “I think I always knew. But fear is a powerful thing.” She took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Whenever I watch you with Ava, it’s… it’s beautiful, Jake. What you’ve built together.

I’m so, so sorry I risked that.”

I didn’t absolve her but I nodded. “It’ll take time.”

As for Ronaldo? I told him we were done…

for now, at least. My parents agreed, and none of us wanted anything to do with him after this.

“You think I’m just gonna FORGET that you accused me of cheating with a married woman?” I asked him when he tried to justify himself. “That you let your fiancée humiliate me in front of my daughter?”

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” he muttered.

“No kidding.

Enjoy your life, Ronaldo. But don’t expect me to be in it.”

That night, as I tucked Ava into bed, she looked up at me, her big eyes full of something I couldn’t quite place.

“Daddy?” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

Her little fingers curled into my sleeve. “I’m YOUR daughter, right?”

I leaned down, kissing her forehead.

“Always.”

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