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

“You… you came back for this?” I whispered, my voice thick with ice and dawning horror. “You came back, pretending to want to be a father, pretending to care about her, about us, because you found out she could save your other child?”

He flinched. “It wasn’t like that at first! I swear! I wanted to reconnect. But when I found out… when I realized… it was a miracle! It was the only hope he has!” He reached across the table, trying to grab my hand. I recoiled as if burned.

“So, all the smiles? All the playdates? All the ‘I missed yous’?” My voice was rising, trembling with rage and the deepest, most profound sense of betrayal. “It was all a lie. A manipulation. A scheme to get my consent to use our daughter as a donor for a child I didn’t even know existed?”

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He sank back, defeated, but his eyes still held that desperate, pleading look. “He’s dying. Please. You have to understand. She could save him. She could save her brother.”

Brother. The word hung in the air, heavy and poisonous. My daughter, the one I had protected with every fiber of my being, the one I had fought for, sacrificed for… she was just a means to an end. A biological resource.

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