When I married my husband, everything fell into place. I had the man of my dreams and would be building a life many could only wish for. In every sense of the word, my life was perfect. Except, it wasn’t! The single detail that deprived me of my happily ever after was, unfortunately, not dismissible, and was a constant in our lives.I was ecstatic when I walked down the aisle with my husband, Jake. It was a day every little girl always dreamed of, and at 25, I was lucky enough to finally live it.
We were young and still had our lives laid out before us ready for us to take it on. We welcomed our daughter, Jess, into the world two months ago, an event that shouldn’t have been marred by controversy. And yet, here we were; adoring parents of a baby with vibrant green eyes. While beautiful to anyone looking from the outside in, this trait, absent from both sides of our family, became a focal point of speculation and insinuation.Despite my husband’s unwavering trust in me and his assurance that he knew I’d never cheat on him, the incessant comments from both our families about the possibility of infidelity pushed me to ask for a paternity test.