Losing my wife was one of the hardest things I have ever experienced. She was my rock, my world, my everything… and then, suddenly, she was gone, leaving me to take care for our son all by myself.
Four years after her sudden passing, I met someone.
Isabella was a very special woman. Not only she loved me unconditionally, but she also accepted my son, Jayden, as her own.
One day, I told Jayden that my relationship with Isabella was serious, and he said he was happy for me, giving me his blessing to marry her.
Life felt complete again, until the day of our wedding, when things changed.
Standing at the altar, ready to say “I do,” my son suddenly yelled, “Dad, wait! Look at her shoulder!”
His words echoed through the church. Suddenly, all eyes were on Jayden.
“What is going on?” I asked quietly.
Jayden, who was still very young, approached me and said, “Dad, Isabella’s mark on her shoulder is exactly like same with Ava’s, a girl that used to study at my school. It is also exactly on the same spot.”
“Oh, Jayden” I said, “anyone can have a birthmark like that.”
“But dad, I read that these things run in the family.”
Before I could dismiss Jayden’s words as nonsense, I noticed Isabella crying.
The minister realized something was wrong so he suggested we take a brief recess.
While everyone’s eyes were on us, Isabella leaned towards me and said, “Mark, I have a confession to make.”
Her words sent chills down my spine. I couldn’t possibly guess what was going on.
“You see, when I was still very young, I gave birth to a baby daughter. But I couldn’t keep her, so I gave her up for adoption,” Isabella said while trying to hold her tears from running down her face.
As I tried to realize what she was saying, she added, “Do you think this girl could be mine?”
Isabella was looking at me with eyes full of hope.
I was so confused that I didn’t say a word.
At that moment, the priest asked if we could proceed, and I said yes. But once the ceremony was over, I demanded answers.
How could Isabella keep something so huge a secret. I was angry, but at the same time, I understood her reasons. She never really thought that she could see her girl again, and there she was, learning of someone who shared the same birthmark.
The days that followed were filled with long conversations and attempts to rebuild our trust. And then, the three of us, made it a mission to find Isabella’s daughter.
The documents of her adoption were confidential, and the only trace we had was that the daughter could be the girl, Ava, that Jayson once knew.
It took a lot of time, but we were eventually able to locate Ava and her family.
We contacted her adoptive parents, who were extremely kind people and agreed to meet with us.
Ava was aware she was adopted, and she knew that her mom was forced to leave her due to her young age. She was willing to forgive Isabella.
While Ava stayed with her family, she also remained close to us. She even visits sometimes.
If it wasn’t for Jayden, who yelled at “Look at her shoulder” during one of the happiest days of my life, Isabella and Ava wouldn’t meet.
Life is truly unpredictable.
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