
About a month ago, an old friend of my fiancée came to me and said my one year old daughter might not be mine. She told me that when my fiancée first found out she was pregnant, she admitted there was a chance the baby belonged to another man she had been sleeping with at the time.
This completely contradicted everything I thought I knew about my fiancée. I’ve known her for five years and believed she was faithful, honest, and loving. But the doubt stuck with me, so I got a paternity test. The results came back, and I am not the father.

















