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My buddy sent me a few short videos.  After a while, he said, "Bro, try to look on the bright side."  With a sinking feeling, I opened the videos and saw my wife and her first love going at it like rabbits.  The necklace bouncing on her collarbone was the one I had just given her last week.  After my heart shattered into a million pieces, I shared that video.  1 The sun beat down mercilessly on the bustling city streets as I sat at my desk, immersed in the daily grind. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a message from

The Daughters Were Actually From My Wife's First Love

That evening, I drove home with Olyvia and Serenity.


In the passenger seat lay the DNA results, confirming that I was not their biological father.


I had asked Dashiell's girlfriends, and none of them had been with her today.


When I got home, Dashiell was lying in the massage chair getting a beauty treatment.


I took the three DNA reports and threw them directly in Dashiell's face.


Dashiell jumped right out of the massage chair.


Dashiell picked up the DNA report, and despite her shock, showed no sign of weakness: "Why would you take the kids to get DNA tests?"


Dashiell tossed the test results aside:


"The kids have called you Dad for eight years. If you didn't dig into this, they would have kept considering you their father, and eventually taken care of you in your old age. How is that any different from being their biological dad?"


I couldn't believe how shameless Dashiell was, coming up with such an argument.


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