Ten years ago, I was overjoyed holding my newborn son in the hospital. But my wife, who seemed pleased, secretly harbored resentment. A few months later, she left, saying, “I can’t do this anymore” and calling our son a “burden.”
Raising our son alone was incredibly tough, but his smile kept me going. I dedicated myself to giving him a happy life, and we eventually built a joyful existence together.
Recently, my wife contacted me, claiming our son wasn’t biologically mine. After a DNA test confirmed her claim, my love for him remained unchanged. When I confronted her, she dismissed it, saying, “I needed to find myself.” Fueled by her indifference, I fought for my parental rights in court.
The court granted me full custody, recognizing the decade of love and care I had provided. Today, my son is thriving, and despite the betrayal, we live a life full of love and hope.