Oksana and I met at a party honoring my best friend’s wedding. She worked as a waiter at the venue. I fell in love with her at first sight and pursued her for a long period. She eventually became my wife, and I was glad for her love, although I was not as physically stunning as she was. Oksana became pregnant and gave birth on my business trip. An hour later, she called to tell me that our daughter had not survived childbirth.

I was stunned and believed her without questioning her claims. We mourned together and went on with our lives. A few years later, we had a kid, and life continued. Until one of my colleagues told me about a girl from an orphanage who looked exactly like me and had a huge birthmark on her face. I went to pay her a visit and was taken aback by how similar we looked. Polina was bullied by her peers, making her life tough.

I decided to help Polina by taking her to a doctor to have her birthmark removed. However, I began to suspect that Polina was my daughter, especially since Oksana had never lied to me before. I hired a detective and discovered that Oksana had given Polina up for adoption while lying to me about her death.

I confronted my wife with the facts, and she admitted. We had a paternity test, which verified that Polina was my daughter. I separated from Oksana and reared my son with the assistance of a nanny while Polina was in the clinic. Polina recovered, so I brought her home and introduced her to her younger brother. Now we’re a happy family.