“Anka framed me as a father because she was afraid that she would be left out in the cold. I raised a stranger's child for a year and paid for it."

I'm not effusive and I don't like to confide in others about my personal problems. But this time I decided to tell my story. I hope guys will read it. And they will think carefully before believing the woman's words: "Honey, this is your baby." And before they let you put your name on the birth certificate.

Anka and I... Well, it wasn't a great love. Rather familiarity. We lived in the same block of flats, moved in the same company, so we bumped into each other quite often. Sometimes we went out to party together. We drank, danced, and then usually ended up in bed.

She had a temper, and I liked the sport too, so when I wasn't keeping my eye on anyone else, I played with her. However, it never occurred to me to be tied down permanently. What normal guy would want an easy chick as a wife?

Birds in the neighborhood chirped that I wasn't the only one, that Anka changed partners like gloves. Admittedly, I've never seen her with anyone else, but we didn't make love in front of everyone either. Anyway, I was in no hurry to get married. I had only recently turned thirty and thought I still had time. I wanted to enjoy my freedom.

Fate, however, is perverse. Three years ago Anka suddenly announced to me that she was pregnant. In the third month. I was in shock. I used a condom every time we went to bed. She, too, was said to be safe. And then suddenly such a pleasant surprise.

- Are you sure it's my baby? I gasped as I came to my senses.

- Of course it is. And whose? She snarled, her face turning red from nervousness.

– Well, I don't know... People talk about you in different ways. The rubber band didn't break either. I remember exactly. So maybe you're knocking on the wrong door? Take care, I snorted.

I know I may not have been very tactful, but this news really surprised me.

I'm a decent guy, if you must, then you must

Ance didn't like my reaction. First she stared at me wide-eyed, then went hysterical. She alternately cried and screamed that I was a heartless son of a bitch, that I insulted her unjustly, that when I wanted to go to bed, she was good, and now she's not...

And that even the best contraceptives fail sometimes. Therefore, instead of asking stupid questions, I should behave like an adult and responsible guy, not the last pig. Her screams made my head hurt.

- Okay! What do you want from me? Surgery money? I interrupted her.

"It's too late for that," she replied, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

- So what?

"For you to marry me," she blurted out.

I was dumbfounded. For the second time on the same day. As I mentioned at the beginning, I was in no hurry to get married, especially to Anka. So I just muttered that I had to think things over calmly, and went home. I promised to let her know soon what I had decided.

Anka, however, was not going to wait. On the same day, she told her mother about the pregnancy, and told her father, and so it began. The three of them came to me several times a day. At work, at home. They also visited my parents. They begged, persuaded, and finally threatened. They pushed me so much, they cornered me so much that I finally agreed to the wedding.

I didn't like it at all because I didn't love Anka, but I didn't want to end up looking like a bastard. And the in-laws were delighted. They stood on their heads and dug deep into their pockets to make sure everything was as it should be.

After a month we had a beautiful ceremony in the church and a big wedding reception. And as a gift we got our own apartment from them. Right across from their door so the mother-in-law can help care for the little one.

I moved in without a word of objection. I was slowly getting used to the idea that I would soon become a father. Damn how stupid I was. If I had stood up for myself, had not succumbed to the pressure, had not believed in Anka's assurances, maybe I wouldn't be experiencing all this now. I am going through hell!

I got the first signal that Anka's child is not mine shortly after the wedding. I got home from work earlier than usual. The wife was sitting and talking with her friend. They were so busy that they didn't even notice me.

- Well, aren't you afraid that everything will come out? she asked.

- I'm a little scared. But I had to take a chance. Otherwise, I'd be left alone with the problem. And you know how my father is - Anka replied.

- Come on. A traditionalist with principles. You would be screwed - sighed a friend. I couldn't stand it and entered the room.

- And on what case did you take such a risk? And what's the problem? I asked suddenly.

They both jumped.

- Oh, you're back already? I didn't hear you come in." The wife looked confused.

- So? What's the secret? I pressed.

Anka thought for a moment.

"You don't need to know everything," she finally replied in an artificially light tone. "It's a girl's thing and guys don't care." And don't sneak up like that next time! She suddenly went on the attack. "You scared me, and in my condition it's not advisable!" Oh, my head is starting to hurt already and my blood pressure has skyrocketed. Do you want something to happen to our baby?! she jumped on me.

"Okay, okay, calm down," I cut him off.

I didn't feel like listening to her pretensions and regrets again. During pregnancy, Anka was terribly cranky. It was enough that something went wrong for her to start crying and complaining, starting arguments. So I let it go. I thought it would be better that way.

No resemblance to me or my family

Kaja was born a month and a half ahead of schedule. It was then that the red light went on in my head for the second time. In fact, I never went to the doctor with Anka, because she preferred to go for check-ups with her mother, but she gave me the date of delivery. So I thought there was still plenty of time to solve.

And then suddenly I got a message that she had landed in the hospital. By the time I got there, it was all over. My wife was lying in bed hugging her daughter.

- Are you okay? I sat next to him.

– Yes, our daughter is beautiful and healthy. Anyway, see for yourself - she handed me the baby.

- I'm asking because I think she was born too soon, I said, looking at the baby.

Anka immediately took them from me.

– It happens sometimes. Have you heard of premature babies? she asked.

I nodded.

- I heard. But such children tend to be small and weak, aren't they? They put them in incubators or something. And she's big and strong...

Anka immediately became angry.

- What are you talking about? Instead of being happy, you're asking stupid questions! You want to annoy me again? I didn't deserve this! I've had a rough day," she yelled.

So I let it go again. A few days later we went to register the baby at the registry office. In the "father" column, my name was entered. Kajka grew up healthy. I took care of her as best as I could.

I helped Anka with the bath, changed the baby's diaper, went for a walk with her, bought clothes, porridges, juices. Theoretically, everything was fine, but… The longer I looked at Kajka, the more often I doubted whether she was really my daughter. I didn't see any resemblance, I didn't feel the bond that a father should have with a child.

I was talking to a friend who had a baby girl around the same time. He was crazy with happiness, he showed her pictures. He told me how he was crawling, how he was taking his first steps. And I had no desire to do that.

I wanted to tell my parents, but I didn't know how. They were so happy for their granddaughter, they loved her so much. So I was silent. And I probably would have stayed with my doubts for the rest of my life, if not for the accident.

The other day I was looking through my file drawer for my last year's tax return. Anka was with Kaja at her in-laws. At some point, I came across my wife's medical records from the period when she was still pregnant.

I don't know why I looked into it... I started flipping through page after page, rubbing my eyes in amazement. The documents showed that Kaja was not a premature baby. On the contrary, she was born in the 40th week of pregnancy, so overdue! I sat down and started counting.

And - damn! – I found out that she was conceived while I was visiting my cousin abroad. I was there for almost two months, so there could be no mistake! I was shaking with anger. So my suspicions turned out to be correct!

At first I wanted to run to my in-laws and scream in Ance's face that she had deceived me, but somehow I stopped myself. I put the papers away. First, I had to be 100% sure, so a few days later, secretly from my wife, I took Kaja for an examination.

Damn it! But I was right from the start

I used all my savings to pay for it. It was cheaper to order a set of sticks by mail, but I was afraid that Anka would intercept it and nothing would come of my plan. I knew her. I knew that if he had something on his conscience, he would bend over backwards to prevent me from doing the research.

So I said I was going to my parents' dinner with the baby, but actually I was taking her to the lab. A woman took a swab from Kajka's and mine's saliva and said that the results would be available in a week at the latest.

- We'll call you to let you know what they showed and we'll mail you a confirmation.

- No, no! I'll pick them up myself, I said.

Those were the hardest days of my life. I had to pretend everything was fine. As before, I talked to Anka, changed and fed the little one, and went for walks with her. And really, I was just thinking about the test result. My life depended on him.

The call from the lab came five days later. I went and got the score sheet. It was written in black and white that Kaja is not my child. Even though I expected it, I was in severe shock. I felt like the last idiot, loser.

I remembered how Anka was confused when I overheard her conversation with a friend, how she told me that Kaja was a premature baby, how nervous she was when I asked inconvenient questions. With terrible clarity, I realized that from the beginning she had only one goal: to frame me as a father. If she was around, I think I'd kill her!

Then everything went very fast. I got in the car and drove home. Fortunately, there were terrible traffic jams everywhere in the city, so I had time to control my nerves. I entered the apartment with a stone face. The wife was feeding the baby

- Will you hand me a towel? Look how dirty she got. All the porridge landed on the blouse - she said when I stood in the doorway.

"Here you go," I said, and shoved the DNA test results in front of her.

She looked at the paper in surprise and turned pale.

- What is this? she gasped.

- What? A very important document. Grounds for divorce. Both with you and with this child, I gritted through my teeth.

And then I took a bag out of the closet and started throwing my things into it. Anka tried to stop me, she was explaining something, she was crying, but I didn't listen to her. When I was done, I put the front door keys on the table and drove to my parents.

When they heard why I moved out, they were devastated. Five times they asked if it was true. They could not believe that Anka is so perfidious and calculating.

- Oh my god, I thought these things only happened in movies... What are you going to do now? Mom asked.

- I guess that's clear. Free yourself from Anka and her child as soon as possible. I don't want to see them again, I replied.

I felt that my parents were terribly sorry, because they had already become attached to Kajka, but they stood by me.

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