MY BABY WAS IN THE NICU…

After a premature birth, my baby, Maris, was in the NICU while I recovered in the hospital. My husband, Damian, described daily visits, claiming she had my nose and his dimple. Two weeks later, a nurse revealed he never signed visitation forms; no one had seen Maris. Devastated, I confronted Damian, who admitted lying to ease my

worry. His evasiveness prompted a DNA test, revealing a 0% paternal match. Damian confessed to a one-night stand, suspecting Maris wasn’t his after her birth but fabricating stories to avoid the truth. I kicked him out and filed for divorce. Maris, now healthy, is my daughter, regardless of DNA. Named for the sea’s calm, she’s my joy. Honesty could’ve saved us; lies only destroyed. Love transcends blood, and Maris is proof.