My Life After I Decided To Conduct A DNA Test on My First Son – part 10
To cut the whole story short, I later went for the test and it turns out that, Henry is actually my son.
He is my biological son.
He is my child (tears)
I wept silently the day he was confirmed, because he will grow up, remembering how I almost rejected him. How I treated him.
Just like my wife threatened, she left the house with the kids.
I questioned her character and insulted her love for me.
I didn’t trust her enough to believe her.
I still remember how Henry begged me not to reject him, that he loves me. He also promised to be a good child so that I don’t reject him. But still, I allowed my brother to continue convincing me that, my wife played a fast one on me and imposed another man’s son on me.
I used my hands and created the reason my wife may never truly forgive me.
Henry is stubborn and I refused to understand that he inherited the trait from his mother.
Prisca can be stubborn when it comes to some certain things.
It took me 7 months before she was able to forgive me. She also made sure I brought my uncles, including my brothers, the ones I brought to the house to question the paternity status of my son.
I brought them, to beg for her forgiveness and ask her to return home, the place she truly belong, forever.
Till today, I’m still showing her how sorry I am, for ever doubting her. She still hasn’t fully forgiven me, but I believe when she read this story, she will realise how much I’m paying for ever questioning her character.
I am sorry my Darling Wife. Please forgive me.
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