Nancy had just laid her husband, Patrick, to rest. Grief hung heavy in her chest as she stepped out of the funeral home — only to be stopped by an older woman holding a baby.
“Are you Nancy?” she asked. “This… is Patrick’s child.”
Stunned, Nancy stared at the woman, confused and heartbroken. Patrick had always been the perfect husband — loyal, gentle, devoted. She shook her head in disbelief and hurried away, refusing to believe a word of it.
But as she reached her car, she froze. The baby was there — crying alone in the back seat. Nancy rushed to pick her up. And then she saw it: a birthmark on the baby’s neck, identical to Patrick’s. Her hands trembled.
Desperate for answers, Nancy took a hair from Patrick’s old brush and ordered a paternity test. When the results came back, her world collapsed all over again.
Patrick was the father… but the truth ran even deeper than betrayal.