My husband James and I had always wanted children, but despite our best attempts, we realized that spontaneous conception was impossible. James, who had initially accepted the absence of biological children, eventually agreed to adopt after experiencing my sorrow. We met Maya, grew fond of her, and accepted her into our family. Despite difficulties with James, she became an important part of our lives.
Maya was saddened when she found out the truth from James later, but I reassured her of my love and emphasized that she is truly my daughter. She eventually overcame her insecurities and boldly professed her love for me. However, Maya separated herself from James, who, already aloof, became more angry and anxious. One day, she said, “Mom, did Dad not want to adopt me?” It broke my heart; she had always yearned for her father’s affection.
“Yes, dear,” I consoled her. “Dad is often stressed due to work, but he cares.” Deep down, I knew James never really wanted to be a father, but I understood it too late. Months later, I noticed Maya come home later and happier after her time at the park. I rejected it, assuming she’d met new acquaintances. Curious, I followed her from school and saw her play with a stranger. I was concerned that he might constitute a threat, despite his friendly demeanor. I rushed over and asked, “Maya!”
“Who is this man?”Both Maya and the man were shocked to see me. He apologized, stated that he did not mean to cause damage, and introduced himself as Michael Moore, sharing a painful narrative about his unsuccessful attempt to get custody of Maya following a divorce. I agreed to the DNA test because I felt sorry for Michael and could tell he was sincere. He handed over hair samples and asked me to keep his identity a secret from Maya until he could explain it to her.
When I compared Michael and James, I recognized that my obligation was to ensure Maya’s safety and happiness. Returning home, I addressed James about Maya’s longing for a father figure. “She’s not my daughter,” he mumbled. “How do you say that? She is your daughter. “We both agreed to have her in our family,” I protested, raising my voice. “Can’t she just be a part of our family?”
Hearing his refusal made my heart sink. Married to a soulless man, I closed my eyes and let out a big sigh. “If that’s the case, perhaps this marriage shouldn’t continue. What happens to me and Maya if you reject her? “We’re better off separating,” I murmured, fighting back tears. “Okay, file for divorce. “But don’t expect a penny from me,” James warned. “Let’s see how you treat this girl. I’ll wait and see how long it takes you to turn to me.
After that conversation, I realized there was no going back. She persisted, determined to give Maya a better life, even if it meant going it alone. Over time, I couldn’t resist my growing feelings for Michael. Despite his financial difficulties, he remained determined, diligent, and sincere. He adored Maya and treated me with kindness.
Michael and I eventually told the truth to Maya, who thrilled and thanked God for her parents’ love.