My Husband Handed Me a Baby on Mother’s Day—But When I Found Out Whose Child It Was, My World Collapsed

After six years of failed fertility treatments, I was exhausted, but my husband, Daniel, remained hopeful. On Mother’s Day, expecting flowers, I was stunned when he brought home a baby, Evie, claiming she needed a mother. He refused to explain her origins, insisting I trust him. Three days later, Evie’s birth mother, Lacey, called, revealing Daniel’s affair with her and his use of my inherited apartment to bribe her for the baby. Devastated by his betrayal, I confronted him; he admitted it, claiming it was for my dream of motherhood. I filed for divorce,

unable to forgive his lies. Meeting Lacey, I proposed a legal adoption agreement, just between us. She agreed. I kept the apartment, and Daniel covered all legal costs. Evie and I became a family, not because of his manipulation, but because we chose each other. Motherhood came not from deceit, but from love and resilience, proving true bonds are built on trust.