When My Ex Reached Out About Our Daughter, I Had to See His True Intentions

“I… I don’t understand,” I managed, my voice a whisper. “What does this have to do with me? Or with… with her?” I gestured vaguely, unable to even say our daughter’s name in this context.

He took a deep breath. “They did the testing. For potential donors. Family members. My parents weren’t a match. His mother wasn’t a match. I wasn’t a match.” He paused, his gaze fixed on me, pleading. “But then… I got a call. From a doctor. They were expanding the search. They found a potential match. A very, very rare match.”

My blood ran cold. A sickening realization was creeping up my spine. NO. IT COULDN’T BE.

“They needed more information,” he continued, his voice barely audible now. “They asked about… other children. My children. And I… I told them about our daughter.”

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My chair scraped back as I pushed away from the table. “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?” The words were torn from my throat.

He looked up, tears streaming down his face, a raw desperation I almost, almost felt sorry for. “She’s a perfect match,” he choked out. “Our daughter is a 100% perfect match for my son.”

The air left my lungs in a violent whoosh. A perfect match. For his son. His other son. The son he’d kept secret. The son he loved enough to do… THIS.

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