When Kelly asked me to babysit her son Thomas, I agreed, despite Ryan’s odd reluctance. While putting Thomas to bed, I saw a birthmark matching Ryan’s, and his features fueled my suspicion. I sent Thomas’s spoon and Ryan’s hair for DNA testing. The results confirmed Ryan was Thomas’s father. Confronting them, Kelly admitted to a past relationship with Ryan, and he confessed to hiding it to “protect” me. Their lies shattered my trust. Despite
their remorse, I insisted Thomas deserved to know his father. Ryan agreed to be involved, and Kelly wanted a gradual reveal. Furious but unwilling to end my marriage, I knew our path forward would be tough. For Thomas, we committed to facing the hard truths together, forever changed by the betrayal.