My baby was only three days old—and yet I had to prick her little hand for a DNA test because my husband didn’t trust me…

My baby was only three days old. I hadn’t even had the chance to name her. And yet, the man with whom I’d shared my bed and my dreams looked at me like a stranger. He didn’t say much—just two cold, heartless words:

“DNA test.”

And so… I had to draw blood from my newborn daughter’s hand so he could confirm she was truly his.

Three days after giving birth. The maternity ward was bathed in a soft golden light. The cries of newborns rose and fell, mingling with the nurses’ footsteps and the soft murmurs of other young mothers cradling their little ones.