My SIL Did a DNA Test for My Daughter Behind My Back — When I Learned Her Reason for This, I Went Low Contact with My Brother

Isabel’s face crumpled. “Jake, please, if you’d just listen —”

“I think you’ve said enough,” I cut her off, standing up and lifting Ava into my arms. “Leave my house before I say something I can’t take back.”

As Isabel retreated, Ava whispered against my neck, “Are you still my daddy?”

The question hit me like a slap.

I held her tighter, pressing my face into her hair to hide the tears threatening to spill. “Always, baby girl. Always and forever.”

Let me back up…

I’m Jake.

I’m 30 years old, and I have a daughter, Ava. She’s not my biological daughter — never has been and never will be. But that’s never mattered.

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