I gave birth with great difficulty. … then the doctor turned pale when he saw my baby’s shoulder😮😮
I gave birth alone in a public hospital. After almost eleven hours of contractions, I was exhausted, but when my baby let out his first cry, I thought the worst was finally behind me.
I was wrong.
Seven months earlier, Thomas, the father of my child, had disappeared from my life after receiving a supposed prenatal DNA report. His mother, Françoise, had thrown it in my face during a family dinner:
— Stop putting on this act. This child isn’t yours.
Thomas had looked at the report, the laboratory stamp, and the doctor’s signature. Then he looked at me… and chose to believe the paper rather than me.
Yet I had never taken that test.
After he left, I lost my home. I accepted every odd job I could find to survive and pay for my pregnancy checkups. Despite everything, I continued attending my medical appointments alone.
On the day of the delivery, my contractions began on a bus. A stranger, Nathalie, helped me get to the hospital.
When my son was born, Dr. Marc Delorme came to examine him. He gently lifted the blanket and suddenly froze.
On my baby’s left shoulder was a small crescent-shaped mark, accompanied by three tiny moles aligned in a row. The doctor went pale.
— What is the father’s name?
— Thomas.
His eyes filled with tears. Then he asked me for the DNA report. I took out my old copy from my famous blue folder. He read it in silence before whispering:
— This laboratory stopped performing private prenatal tests nine months before the date indicated here.
I felt my heart stop.
— Clara… this report is fake.
At that moment, I understood that I hadn’t simply been abandoned.
Someone had orchestrated all of this to separate us even before my son was born. And what was discovered afterward was simply shocking. 😮😮
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Dr. Delorme slowly closed the file.
— Clara, there’s something you need to know. This mark… I know it.
I looked at him, unable to speak.
— It appears in the medical records of a family I’ve known for years.
He took his phone and called someone. A few minutes later, he returned with an old medical file.
Inside was a photograph of a man. I immediately recognized Thomas.
— Why do you have his photo? — I asked, shaken.
The doctor hesitated.
— Because Thomas isn’t simply the father of your child. He was my patient several years ago. And this crescent-shaped mark, with three moles aligned… his father had exactly the same mark in the same place.
I felt my legs trembling. But the worst was yet to come.
The doctor revealed that the fake DNA report had been created using Thomas’s medical records. Someone had gained access to his file and paid a clandestine laboratory to falsify the results.
— We found the person who made the payment, — he whispered.
I held my breath.
The name on the bank statement was Françoise.
Seven months after destroying me, the truth had finally come to light.
But when Thomas learned what his mother had done, he arrived at the hospital… and what he said to me while looking at our son broke my heart.
