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When I was 17, my adopted sister lied that I was the father of her baby

The room fell silent as the woman’s heart pounded in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the doctors, whose expressions shifted from disbelief to concern. She struggled to process what was happening, her dream teetering on the brink of shattering.

The doctors, still whispering among themselves, finally turned to face her. “Ma’am,” the lead doctor began again, trying to compose his thoughts. “What we have here is highly unusual. We need to run further tests, but it seems like there might have been a mistake in your diagnosis.”

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of questions and fears. What could possibly have gone wrong? She had felt her baby move, had witnessed the growing swell of her belly. The ultrasounds, the heartbeat – everything had been real, hadn’t it? She clung to the edges of the bed, her world spinning with uncertainty.

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