Dad Demands a DNA Test on His Baby as She Didn’t Look Like Him & His Sons

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I thought having our third child would bring us closer together. Instead, it tore us apart. When my husband refused to hold our newborn daughter, I knew something was terribly wrong.

But I never expected the accusation that followed.

I’m Amber, 35, and this is how my life turned upside down after the birth of my daughter.

My husband Randall and I had what I thought was a perfect life.

We both had great jobs and our two boys, Ben (6) and Liam (5) were the light of our lives. We’d just moved into a bigger house in a nice neighborhood, and everything seemed to be falling into place.

Then came the surprise. I was pregnant again!

We were over the moon.

Randall was so excited about having a little girl. He’d talk to my belly every night, telling her stories and making plans for tea parties and daddy-daughter dances. It was adorable.

But let me back up a bit.

There’s something I need to explain about my work situation.

I have this coworker, George. He’s about 50, and over the past year, he’d become really friendly with me and another coworker, Bella. He’d leave flowers on our desks and write us little encouraging notes.

Honestly, I never thought much of it.

He was happily married and always gushing about his family. I saw him as a kind, fatherly figure at work.

Randall, though, he didn’t like it one bit when he found out.

“Amber, don’t you think that’s a bit… inappropriate?” he asked one night after dinner.

I laughed it off.

“Oh, come on.

It’s just George being nice. He does it for Bella too.”

“I don’t care if he does it for the whole office,” Randall looked straight into my eyes. “He’s married, you’re married.

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