I Saw a Birthmark on my Niece’s Body and Realized That My Husband’s a Cheater – Ebunoluwa Soneye

I Saw a Birthmark on my Niece’s Body and Realized That My Husband’s a Cheater –

By Ebunoluwa Soneye

Sitting on a picnic blanket under the shade of a cedar tree felt incredible as I felt the wind blow softly against my hair.

I carefully arranged the food boxes around me, taking a mouthful of each pack of food I fancied before resting my back gently against the tree.

I wasn’t alone. In my arms was Baby Sofia, cooing and gurgling like a baby should.

Sofia wasn’t my child. She belonged to Fiona, my husband’s sister, but that didn’t make me love her any less.

My husband and I married ten months ago in a small ceremony, mainly between friends and colleagues.

I desperately wanted his family to be there just like mine was, but David told me that most of his family traveled a lot while the others lived far away.

Still, about two months after the wedding, I was incredibly pleased to meet Fiona, his sister, whom he introduced to me .

I was even more ecstatic to meet Sofia, her daughter, and discover that they had recently moved into the neighborhood.

Fiona was nice and friendly, and Sofia, her daughter, was a one-year-old I absolutely adored.

I looked down, staring at her cute and angelic face, when I heard footsteps loudly approaching where I was seated.

“Carmen, If you’re tired of holding on to her, you can just let me know,” I suddenly heard Fiona say as she appeared in front of me with a tired smile.

She had been throwing balls with David, and traces of sweat littered the edges of her forehead.

“No. You should clean up a little first. We are fine here,” I replied with a gentle smile, drawing Sofia closer to my bosom to show how unwilling I was to let her go.

Fiona instantly chuckled at my funny actions.

“You’re the best, and you’re so good with her. A clueless stranger would assume you’re her mother,” Fiona pleasantly replied before jogging off.

She was likely headed to where David was in the distance, but from where I was seated, I could tell he had no intention of returning anytime soon.

“I guess it’s just me and you,” I softly cooed at Sophia, who raised her little hands to touch my face in response to what I said.

She even opened her mouth and pretended to speak, only to do nothing more than cough a little.

With her lying comfortably on the picnic blanket and well-wrapped in warm clothes, I covered the food with an extra cloth against the wind.

But before I was done, I noticed how restless Sofia was, even more than she usually was. The next thing I thought to do was take off her clothes.

I thought she probably had a wet diaper, so I removed her clothes to carefully change her diapers.

I’d never had to do it before, but having seen Fiona do it a hundred times, I felt it was something I could do.

Carefully, I pulled off her diapers with a new one in my hand. I wanted to change it quickly enough before she peed on the blanket, only to realize that I didn’t need to.

The diapers were crystal clean and seemed to be freshly changed.

Quickly, I dropped the new one and was still fastening the old one back on her waist when I spotted it.

It was a harmless and unique birthmark.

On any random baby in the park, I would have thought nothing more of it, but seeing it on baby Sofia was like being tossed in a lagoon head first.

For the first few minutes, I found it hard to breathe as my eyes remained glued to the birthmark I was sure I had seen multiple times on my husband’s back.

I could be wrong. Maybe it just looked like it, but the more I stared at it, the more confident I was that it was the same.

Sofia unexpectedly sneezed, and regardless of the uneasiness in my mind, I hurried to put her diaper and clothes back the way they were.

When I was done, I picked her up and stared at her face more than ever.

It was apparent that she looked slightly like David, but something I previously presumed was because he and his sister were related, but this was no longer the case.

I was stunned by what I unexpectedly found, but still, I was unwilling to conclude that Sofia belonged to David, even if it answered some questions I had about Sofia.

Questions like who her father was and why Fiona refused to talk about him. Why, sometimes, she and David seemed closer to each other than even I, his wife.

“Have I been blind all this time?” I mumbled silently to myself, staring at Sofia and wondering why I never once thought of the possibility of it.

What if David and Fiona weren’t actual siblings?

The wedding between David and I had been small and quiet, and only a handful of family members had attended.

Fiona and Sofia hadn’t been able to come, but months later, they suddenly moved closer to the neighborhood we both lived in.

I had to force myself to look calm while holding back all the dread and anxiety I felt as I heard the low voices of David and Fiona get closer to where I was.

With a delighted smile, I greeted them and began talking normally to them, doing my best to pretend that everything was fine.

At that very moment, I decided to wait and confirm my suspicions before confronting them.

I had to be a hundred percent sure that, indeed, he was cheating on me with Fiona, whom he called his sister.

The picnic lasted until late evening when we all said our goodbyes.

Fiona headed home, and David and I also did the same.

After we got home, apart from being quieter than usual, nothing about my actions seemed strange, even when it was time for us to sleep.

I treated David well the way I usually did and even more when he came out of the bathroom, having just taken his bath.

“Let me help you dry your back,” I told him, hugging him from the back with a large towel in my hands.

“I like this kind of Royal treatment a lot. It would be nice if a bathing service could be added next time,” David teased as he sat on the bed, allowing me to dry his back.

But while he laughed, I could my eyes burn as hot tears slid down my cheeks as I stared intently at the birthmark on his back.

I continued rubbing his back and stared a little more, trying to convince myself otherwise of the truth that stared back at me.

It was clear that it was the same birthmark. There was not a single difference to be found.

At that moment, I couldn’t take it any longer. I dropped the towel in my hands and ran straight to the bathroom, falling to the bathroom floor the second the door was closed.

The tears wouldn’t stop falling even as I heard David’s voice from behind the door.

“You should have at least warned me that the kingly treatment was only for a few seconds,” He loudly teased as I heard him getting on the bed.

Try to breathe, Carmen. You’re not sure yet. Maybe-somehow-possibly this is all a coincidence, I thought to myself.

The thought that David had been lying to me for years hurt too much to think about.

Much calmer after sitting in the bathroom and thinking for a few more minutes, I finally decided on the best thing I could do.

It was to do a DNA test between the two of them.

If everything else was cloudy and confusing, a DNA test was bound to reveal the truth.

“I need to know if Fiona is his mistress, and all this time, I’d been nothing but a fool,” I whispered in a low tone as I got to my feet, wiping my face to go back out.

I was restless and unsettled for three days while waiting for Fiona to visit me. Sometimes, I even contemplated calling before deciding against it.

I couldn’t look too eager or seem strange in a way that would make them realize that I knew their dirty little secret.

But still, the day Fiona decided to visit, I couldn’t” help it as I ran towards her and took Sophia from her.

“At this point, Sophia and I might as well move in,” Fiona laughed as she entered the house.

I was sure she would have spotted the stiff frown on my face if she wasn’t walking in front of me.

“Of course. We are all family,” I responded with a light chuckle, even if the look on my face told a different story.

If both of them were to move into the house, then the only thing left for me to do was to move out.

Was this her plan all along? To get close to me before tossing the bomb in my face.

“I’ll head to David’s study. There are a few things I want to discuss with him,” Fiona said right after as she headed up the stairs.

Instantly, whatever hint of a smile on my face dissolved into nothing as I watched her leave. I no longer trusted her with David, but I couldn’t let her know.

The second Fiona was gone, I didn’t hesitate to have Sophia slobber playfully into a small bottle I used to store as much saliva as I needed.

On the other hand, I had a different plan in store for David as I waited until Fiona left before executing it.

“OUCH!” David yelled in pain.

“What was that?” he asked, a second after I pulled a few strands of his hair from the root, a way of taking my anger out on him.

It was only slightly satisfying.

“Relax. I just helped you pull something out of your head,” I responded with a gentle smile, ignoring the suspicious looks he sent my way as I hurried off.

The next day, after getting the needed DNA samples, I visited a forensics center to submit the samples and request a test.

There was a small waiting room with a small number of people in front of the office one would enter to submit the samples.

I had barely spent five minutes in my seat admiring the young couple in front of me and the child between them.

The man was dark-haired, but the woman had short blonde hair that got to her shoulders.

Beside them was another woman who looked like a sister to the blonde woman. The tense atmosphere between all of them was glaring.

I wonder what they’re here for, turning my attention back to the office’s main door as it swung open to reveal a man with a lab coat.

He came out to usher all of them in. With the papers in his hands, it was clear that he was about to announce the results to them.

“I think everything’s” going well,” I murmured aloud, only to realize I spoke too soon as I watched the office door open.

A woman ran out, and another ran after her, with a man running after the both of them with the child in his hands.

“Katherine, you’re my sister, and I trusted you. Not only is the child yours, but you also lied and made me adopt him!” The blonde woman screamed.

I would have liked to hear the full story, but I couldn’t, as they ran out of the center, and I was called in right after.

Still, I learned a valuable lesson that even family members couldn’t be trusted.

Gone was the slight guilt I previously felt about doing the DNA test as I dropped off the samples, convinced that I was doing the right thing.

I was given the option of having the results sent to me, and I instantly agreed, even if it would take a few days to get them.

The day after was a weekend, and I wasn’t surprised to see Fiona show up with Sophia since it was something that she usually did.

But unlike other times, I was annoyed and frustrated about her presence, but I kept to myself.

Seeing her smile and try to talk to me only made me feel like she was mocking me, and both she and David were in on it.

The mere sight of her and Sophia made me feel like my marriage had withered even before it had a chance to grow.

Fiona tried talking to me, and in order not to have to respond, I pretended to be sick as I lay in the sitting room watching TV.

It was Saturday, and to my annoyance, David and Fiona soon joined me in the living room as they began discussing the movie I was watching.

I didn’t mind and gave out one-word answers to show how reluctant I was until they finally took the hint and began talking to each other.

But everything changed a few minutes later when, instead of talking about the movie as they did, they suddenly began to talk about Sofia.

While they talked, Sofia kept babbling and making baby noises, which made them shift their attention to her.

“Sophia is going to be two years old soon. I wonder what her first words would be,” David said with a rare smile as he looked down at Sophia’s face.

“Oh, I can’t wait for her to say her first words. I’m sure it’ll be Mama,” Fiona proudly said.

“Carmen, What do you think?” Fiona asked me, but I wasn’t in the mood.

“I don’t know. It could be poo-poo for all we know,” I replied with a straight face, one that was wholly missed as they both roared in laughter.

“I think it could be dada,” David confidently replied, pushing his chest out like a proud dad.

Surprisingly, that singular action was all it took to push me off the edge.

Breathe, Carmen, breathe, I mentally whispered, realizing how angry I felt at watching their loving interaction.

“No, It’s definitely going to be Mama,” Fiona said again.

“I bet it’ll be Dada,” David replied, shaking his head vehemently like what he said was a law bound to happen.

Tbc…..