Over the past two months, I’ve noticed something strange: every morning my father and husband get up very early, dress impeccably, and leave the house for exactly 30 minutes before returning, as if they had never left. When I asked them, they both laughed and said they were going to exercise. But I know well that neither of them likes to exercise. What made me even more suspicious was that one day I saw my father’s shirt collar stained with a chalk-white powder, and there was a faint smell of women’s perfume on my husband’s shirt…

This morning, I decided to follow them in secret. My heart was pounding. I was afraid… but I needed to know.

They pulled into a small alley behind my house, which I had never been to, and together they entered a ramshackle mini hotel. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My father and my husband… together in a hotel?

Without hesitation, I slipped upstairs following his steps, to a room that was ajar. I peeked through the crack in the door, my hand shaking so much that I almost dropped my phone…

I saw my father kneeling, his hands trembling, opening an old wooden box. Inside there were… old photos, stained papers, a silver bracelet as a child that had blackened, and a DNA test.

I tried to hold my breath. In the photo… There was a pregnant woman I had never seen. His face looked strangely like mine. I heard my father say in a choked voice:

“You’ve hidden it from me for 30 years… that girl… She’s my daughter, right? I have a daughter I never knew about!”

My husband, who was next to her, was silent for a moment and then answered:

“Not only that… She is also my wife. And now… is she also my sister?”

I froze, my lips pressed together until they bled. What the hell was he listening to?

Am I my father’s illegitimate daughter