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We adopted a 3-year-old boy, and when my husband tried to bathe him for the first time, he yelled, ‘We need to take him back!’

The wish for a child was so strong that it filled every corner of Mia and Marks hearts, driving them to do whatever it took to make it a reality.

After numerous failed attempts to fall pregnant and plenty of money spent on treatments and IVF, they came to terms with the fact that they wouldn’t be having a child on their own.

Eventually, they decided to adopt. But that was easier said than done.

Since Mark was extremely busy running the business, it was Mia who was left to handle the process, contacting agencies, filling paperwork, and revisiting lists of children in need of a loving home.

As she was going through the documents, a child, around three years old, caught her attention.

Midjourney

Initially, they wanted to adopt an infant, but the chances for that were slim, so they decided to open their hearts and home to a toddler.

The child Mia couldn’t take her eyes off of had the most beautiful eyes she’d even seen – the color of the sky. Somehow, looking at the photo of that sweet little guy, she felt like she’d known him since forever.

Eventually, after the entire process was done, they brought Sam home.

He was the cutest boy there was. What’s most, he settled in nicely and even started calling Mia mom during the first weeks of living with her and Mark.

Everything seemed picture perfect. Mia’s biggest wish, that of becoming a mother, finally came true and she felt like the happiest person on Earth. Life felt good, and Mia was thankful things turned for the best for her and her husband.

But one evening, that started as any other, changed it all.

Midjourney

Sam was about to have a bath and Mark said he wanted to bathe the little one. Mia was happy Mark was committed to his new role, and thought that the father and son having some time alone would strengthen their bond.

But just as Mark helped Sam take his clothes off and get into the tub, he suddenly screamed, “We must return him!”

Mia froze. “What was going on?” she thought to herself.

“Mark, how can we return a child?” she asked him.

But Mark seemed determined. He said the entire experience was overwhelming and he couldn’t handle the new life.

Mia felt heartbroken. She couldn’t believe her husband’s words. It was not normal that his feelings changed just like that. Somehow, she knew there was more to the story than what he was revealing.

Midjourney

The night was long. Mia couldn’t sleep. But then she thought of something. Sam had a birthmark on the bottom of his foot, and Mark had one at the same place. She went to Sam’s room and inspected the birthmark closer. That’s when she realized his birthmark and that of Mark were almost identical.

In the morning, she asked Mark if there was something he needed to confess. Crushed, he said he wanted to return Sam because he suspected he was his biological son. When he saw the birthmark he panicked.

It turned out Mark had an affair with some woman he met at a bar. He claimed it was just a fling and a one time thing, but learning that he cheated when she was the most fragile and went though painful IVF’s broke Mia’s heart.

Midjourney

It was obvious Mark regretted breaking his wife’s trust, but cheating on her was something Mia couldn’t get over that. She simply couldn’t be with Mark any longer. As of Sam, Mark gave Mia the parental rights and she became his sole guardian.

Mark didn’t disappear out of his son’s life completely, but their bond was limited to rare visits and birthday gifts sent through the mail.

Mia knew she made the right decision for her and Sam the moment she realized Mark was ready to give up on his son in order to prevent his affair to be learned of.

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