On the day of the divorce, she handed out the paternity test report and the child was not yours! I signed with a sneer and left the house. Three years later, she died in a car accident. She was left alone on her deathbed, and I adopted someone else's child. Until that day when I gave him a bath, I saw the birthmark on his back - exactly the same as the one on my wrist! Three days later the report hit me in the face with an approval rating of 99! I collapsed on the ground, the child crawled over and patted my face, but my father did not cry. At that moment I understood what she meant by her last words: "If one day you know the truth."
