The Child He Denied

At my daughter's seventh birthday party, I was just about to call for her father to come cut the cake. Instead, Vito Romano shoved me away in front of everyone. "Don't call me that. I'm not her father!" He slammed a DNA paternity report down on the table. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. My adoptive parents slapped me across the face right there. Alessia—the "real daughter" they'd just welcomed home—shrank into my husband's arms, eyes red, playing innocent: