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I’ve been married for three years. My husband and I had always dreamed of having a child. After a long treatment, I had almost lost hope.
But one morning, finally… two lines appeared on the pregnancy test. My heart was racing, but I decided not to say anything to my husband until the doctor confirmed the news.
On the day of the appointment, the doctor confirmed it: I was pregnant. I was overwhelmed with joy. Tears in my eyes, I left the office, ready to call my husband to share the news.
But then I saw him in the hallway… kissing a pregnant woman. She was younger than me. I froze. Quietly, I moved away so they wouldn’t see me… and I followed them.
They arrived at a house I didn’t recognize. They went in together. I didn’t know what to do, but I stepped forward. I knocked on the door—and my husband answered. As if it was his home.
He invited me in, and then the young woman turned to me and said:
“Nice to meet you, finally… I’m…”
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“Nice to meet you. I’m Anna, your husband’s daughter.”
I was in shock.
My husband then revealed that he had had Anna when he was very young.
Her mother had kept her away from him, and over time, they lost all contact.
After her mother passed away, Anna—pregnant and completely alone—set out to find her father… and she found him.
He had wanted to tell me but didn’t know how.
As I was blaming him for keeping me in the dark, he looked at me and asked,
“What were you doing at the hospital?”
I whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
He burst into tears and held me tightly, overwhelmed.
Nothing went as I had imagined…
And yet, today, Anna has become part of our lives.
And as for me, I’m finally carrying the child we had hoped for so long.
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