I HAD NEVER SEEN MY DAUGHTER’S FIANCÉ

My daughter got engaged, and I was over the moon for her. Her fiancé seemed like a great guy—kind, respectful, and everything a mother could hope for. But there was one little issue… I had NEVER met him. Not even a single photo! Still, my daughter’s happiness came first, so I chose not to pry into their private life. Until ONE DAY… we finally planned to meet his family.

I was excited and wanted everything to be perfect! So I baked a cherry pie and set the table just right. Then, the doorbell rang. “OH MY GOD, THEY’RE HERE!” I called out, practically running to open the door. But the moment I saw them, the smile vanished from my face. They weren’t what I expected at all.

Standing in front of me was a woman I hadn’t seen in over twenty-five years. A woman whose name I knew all too well—Lydia. The moment our eyes met, something inside me twisted. I looked from Lydia to my daughter’s fiancé, Daniel, and my blood ran cold. He looked exactly like—

No. It wasn’t possible.

My hands trembled as I gripped the doorframe for support. “No,” I whispered. “You can’t marry him.”

A stunned silence fell over the room. My daughter, Emily, furrowed her brows in confusion. “Mom? What are you talking about?”

I could barely breathe, let alone speak. Lydia shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. My chest tightened. I had always known about my husband’s affair. What I hadn’t known—what I hadn’t even considered—was that there might have been a child.

My husband, Richard, had insisted we cut all ties with Lydia when I found out about the cheating. He had begged me to move on, promising it was over, that she meant nothing. I agreed, only because I had no idea there was a baby involved. Now, standing in front of Daniel, the resemblance was undeniable.

I turned to Emily, my voice shaking. “Sweetheart, I need to talk to you. Now.”

We stepped into the kitchen, away from the puzzled faces in the hallway. Emily folded her arms, her eyes flashing with frustration. “Mom, what the hell was that?”

I took a deep breath. “Emily, I know this is going to sound insane, but… I recognize Daniel’s mother. I know her.”

Emily blinked. “What?”

I swallowed hard. “She had an affair with your father.”

Her mouth fell open, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. “But… that was decades ago, Mom. What does that have to do with me and Daniel?”

My voice barely above a whisper, I asked, “Did Daniel ever mention his father?”

Emily frowned. “No, he always said he was raised by his mom alone. He doesn’t even know his dad’s name.”

My stomach dropped. That meant Lydia had never told him. That meant Daniel had no idea who his father really was.

Just then, Lydia walked into the kitchen. “Margaret,” she said, her voice low and wary. “We need to talk.”

I turned to her, eyes burning. “You had a child with my husband.”

Lydia swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Emily let out a sharp breath, stepping back as though the words physically hit her. “Wait… are you saying…” Her voice cracked. “Daniel might be my brother?”

Lydia’s face paled. “I—”

“We need to be sure,” I said firmly. My hands were trembling, but my resolve was solid. “There’s only one way to know.”

That night, we ordered a DNA test. The wait was agonizing, filled with fear and uncertainty. When the results arrived, my hands trembled as I opened them.

And then, relief. Emily and Daniel weren’t related. The nightmare I had feared hadn’t come true.

Lydia exhaled, her shoulders sagging. “There was a one night fling just before Richard, but I wasn’t sure that Richard is not the father,” she admitted, “It means I was already pregnant when we… when it happened. Daniel isn’t biologically his.”

Emily covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears. “Oh my God…”

I turned to Daniel, whose entire world had just been turned upside down. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

He nodded slowly, exhaling. “I just… need time to process this.”

Weeks later, I walked my daughter down the aisle, the weight of the past finally lifting. As I watched Daniel’s face light up when he saw her, I knew one thing for sure: Love is always a leap of faith, but sometimes, you have to face your past before you can truly embrace the future.

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