After giving birth to my twins, Luna and Leo, I was overwhelmed with love. But my joy shattered when my husband, Trevor, accused me of cheating—because our babies had different skin tones. He refused to believe they were both his and walked out, later filing for divorce and sole custody of Leo.
Desperate to prove the truth, I demanded a DNA test. The results confirmed both children were his. Then came the real shock—Trevor’s mother revealed his absent father was Afro-American, a truth she had hidden his entire life.
Despite the proof, Trevor fought for only Leo in court, but the judge saw through him. I won full custody of both children, while he lost all parental rights. Over time, he lost friends, his job, and eventually, he reached out.
“Can I see Leo?”
Just Leo.
I blocked him. Because a real parent loves unconditionally. Now, years later, Luna and Leo are inseparable, growing up in a home filled with love. Sometimes, family isn’t about blood—it’s about those who choose to love you no matter what.
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