- Uma mulher abriu o jogo no Reddit sobre seu marido ter feito um teste de paternidade. Os resultados mostraram que ele não era o pai da filha deles.
- A mulher alegou que nunca havia traído o marido, mas os resultados sugeriram o contrário.
- Logo, ela fez alguns testes e descobriu uma verdade chocante que virou seu mundo de cabeça para baixo.
Uma mulher de 29 anos postou uma consulta única no Reddit sobre um problema que ela estava enfrentando. Antes de discutir o que tinha acontecido, a mulher compartilhou que estava com o marido desde a faculdade e o amava muito.
Ela tinha uma filha de 5 anos com ele, e tudo estava indo muito bem até que o homem de 31 anos fez um teste de paternidade. Seu comportamento em relação à esposa e à filha mudou após obter resultados negativos no teste.
Uma mulher chorando enquanto segura um pedaço de papel na mão com um homem sentado ao lado dela | Fonte: Shutterstock
Ao receber os resultados do teste, a mulher ficou tão chocada quanto o marido, porque ela nunca o havia traído. Ela não conseguia entender por que os resultados diziam que a menina não era filha dele.
“Não há outro pai em potencial para nossa filha. Já éramos casados e estávamos tentando ativamente ter um bebê. Eu nunca traí, eu nunca trairia”, disse a mulher em sua publicação no Reddit, afirmando que ela tinha dormido com dois homens antes de namorar seu marido.
A Redditor disse que seu marido ficou distante depois que viu os resultados. Ele começou a passar mais tempo no trabalho e não falava com ela tanto quanto antes. Ele também disse a ela que fez o teste porque se sentiu desconfiado, sabendo que sua filha tinha olhos castanhos enquanto os olhos do casal eram azuis.
Um casal preocupado olhando para um documento | Fonte: Shutterstock
O homem queria que sua esposa saísse de casa, mas ele logo se acalmou e concordou em discutir o assunto. Depois de algumas discussões, o casal decidiu fazer alguns testes para esclarecer toda a confusão. Mal sabiam eles que isso os levaria a outra verdade chocante.
O que aconteceu depois que a mulher fez alguns testes?
Depois de algumas discussões, a mulher convenceu o marido de que faria alguns testes para provar sua inocência. Nesse ponto, o homem disse que não a expulsaria de casa, mas perderia a paciência se os resultados provassem que ela era culpada de traição.
Um casal conversando com uma mulher | Fonte: Shutterstock
Entre os testes que ela havia planejado, a mulher, seu marido e sua filha fizeram um teste de paternidade de sangue, o que os levou a um novo fato. Os resultados provaram que eles não eram os pais biológicos de sua filha. A mulher revelou que a verdade sobre sua filha havia virado seu mundo de cabeça para baixo, dizendo:
“Não sei como isso aconteceu, mas um policial veio à nossa casa e pegou nossos depoimentos, e estamos processando o hospital onde dei à luz.”
A mulher sentiu-se aterrorizada ao pensar em sua filha biológica. Ela sentiu-se preocupada ao pensar em onde estaria, e o que mais a assustou foi o pensamento do que aconteceria depois que encontrasse sua filha biológica.
Uma mulher com uma criança em pé atrás de um homem deprimido | Fonte: Shutterstock
Como uma mãe protetora, a mulher não queria que sua filha de 5 anos soubesse que ela não era filha deles porque isso arruinaria sua infância. Além disso, a menina poderia contar para seus amigos e para a escola, e todos fofocariam sobre ela. A mulher disse : “Não sei o que fiz para merecer isso.”
O que o casal fez depois de descobrir a verdade?
Algumas semanas depois, a mulher escreveu outra postagem no Reddit para atualizar as pessoas sobre a situação. Antes de compartilhar a atualização, ela disse que sua história ganhou muita atenção depois que muitos YouTubers a compartilharam.
Um casal brincando com duas meninas | Fonte: Shutterstock
“Encontramos nossa filha biológica. Ela estava em um orfanato”, revelou a mulher em sua publicação. Ela compartilhou que uma família havia tirado sua filha do hospital, mas as autoridades a levaram embora depois de descobrirem que ela não era sua filha biológica.
Desde então, a menina viveu em um orfanato. A mulher disse que se sentia péssima pela família, mas estava feliz que sua filha estava segura. O casal imediatamente solicitou adoção e processou o hospital por negligência. A mulher revelou que recebeu cerca de US$ 2 milhões como dinheiro do acordo.
Um casal brincando com suas filhas | Fonte: Shutterstock
“Explicamos à nossa filha que a irmã dela vai ficar conosco e que ainda a amamos muito”, afirmou a mulher . Ela e o marido planejavam se mudar para outra cidade para começar do zero com suas duas filhas.
I BURIED MY WIFE 20 YEARS AGO — YESTERDAY, SHE LITERALLY SAVED ME FROM A STROKE.
The rain hammered against the windshield, mirroring the storm raging inside me. It had been a year since the accident. A year since my wife, Emily, had vanished without a trace. The car, a mangled wreck, had been discovered at the edge of the Blackwood Forest, a chilling reminder of the day my world shattered.
The police had searched tirelessly, but to no avail. Volunteers combed the forest, their faces etched with sympathy, but their efforts yielded nothing. The prevailing theory, grim as it was, was that wild animals had taken her.
Emily’s mother, a woman of unwavering faith, had insisted on a funeral. “We need closure,” she’d said, her voice thick with grief. And so, we gathered, surrounded by the somber silence of the cemetery, to mourn a life cut tragically short.
But grief, it turned out, was a stubborn beast. It clung to me, a persistent shadow that followed me everywhere. I couldn’t escape the haunting memories – Emily’s laughter, the way she smelled of lavender, the warmth of her hand in mine.
And then, a few days ago, the unthinkable happened. I was at the local cafe, enjoying a much-needed cup of coffee, when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. The world tilted, the warm coffee spilling across the table. I slumped to the floor, the taste of bitter coffee and fear filling my mouth.
Panic surged through me as I struggled to breathe. Then, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Sir, are you alright?” a concerned voice asked.
As I tried to focus, a face swam into view. It was a woman, her eyes wide with concern. “Can you pronounce this word for me?” she asked, her voice clear and calm. “Apple.”
I managed a slurred “Apple.”
“Good. Now, can you lift your right hand?”
I tried, but my arm felt heavy, unresponsive. Fear, cold and clammy, gripped me. What was happening?
Then, as my vision cleared, I saw her. Her face, pale and drawn, framed by a tangled mass of hair. The same captivating blue eyes, the same mischievous glint in their depths. And there it was, unmistakable, the crescent-shaped birthmark on the left side of her forehead.
It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be Emily.
But it was.
She looked at me, a mixture of disbelief and fear in her eyes. “Ronald?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis once more. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at her, at the face I thought I had lost forever.
How? How could she be alive? Where had she been all this time?
Questions swirled in my mind, a chaotic whirlwind of disbelief and joy. But one thing was certain: Emily was alive. And after a year of despair, hope had finally returned, brighter than any sunrise. The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the storm raging inside me. It had been six months since the accident. Six months since my wife, Emily, had vanished without a trace. Her car, mangled and abandoned, had been discovered at the edge of the Blackwood Forest, a place where legends of the supernatural mingled with tales of real danger.
The police had searched tirelessly, their efforts joined by a tireless band of volunteers. But all their efforts yielded nothing. No trace of Emily. Just the mangled car, a chilling testament to the tragedy.
Emily’s mother, a woman of unwavering faith, insisted on a funeral. “We need closure,” she had said, her voice thick with grief. And so, we gathered, a small circle of mourners, to say goodbye to the woman I loved. It was a heartbreaking ceremony, a hollow echo of the life we were supposed to build together.
Life without Emily felt surreal. The house, once filled with her laughter and the clatter of her cooking, was now eerily silent. Every corner whispered her name, every familiar scent a haunting reminder of her absence. I spent my days adrift, haunted by the “what ifs,” the “if onlys.”
Then, came that fateful morning. I was at the local cafe, the rain mirroring the grey haze that had settled over my life. As I reached for my coffee, the world tilted. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I crumpled to the floor, the hot coffee spilling across the table.
Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me. “Sir, are you alright?” A voice, concerned yet firm. I tried to focus, my vision blurring. Then, I saw her.
Her face, pale and drawn, was inches from mine. And there it was – the unmistakable birthmark on the left side of her forehead, a small crescent moon that I had kissed countless times.
Emily.
My breath hitched. “Emily?” I croaked, my voice hoarse.
Her eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief, met mine. “John?”
The world seemed to tilt again, this time with a dizzying sense of disbelief. How? How was she alive?
“I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, my voice trembling.
She looked around, her gaze landing on the concerned faces of the cafe patrons. “I… I can’t explain,” she whispered, her voice weak. “I woke up… somewhere. I don’t remember much. I was hurt, disoriented. I… I wandered for days.”
A flood of questions surged through me. Where had she been? What had happened? How had she survived? But before I could ask, she fainted.
As the paramedics rushed her to the hospital, I felt a surge of hope, a flicker of joy that I hadn’t felt in months. Emily was alive. She was here.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of medical tests, cautious questions, and whispered reassurances. Emily slowly regained her strength, her memory returning in fragments. She remembered the accident, the terrifying crash, the darkness that followed. She remembered waking up in a strange place, disoriented and alone, with no memory of how she got there. She had wandered for days, lost and terrified, surviving on berries and rainwater.
The mystery of her disappearance remained unsolved. The police were baffled, the medical professionals amazed. But none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was that she was alive, that she was back in my arms.
Life after that was a slow, tentative journey back to normalcy. We faced countless questions, whispers, and curious stares. But we faced them together, hand in hand, cherishing every moment. The fear of losing her had cast a long shadow over our lives, but now, we clung to each other, determined to make the most of every precious day.
The accident had changed us, forever altering the course of our lives. But it had also taught us the true meaning of hope, the enduring power of love, and the incredible resilience of the human spirit. And as I looked at Emily, her eyes shining with a newfound appreciation for life, I knew that our love story, though interrupted, was far from over. We would face the future together, stronger than ever before, grateful for the second chance at the life we had almost lost.
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