On Chloe and Nora’s graduation day, I handed them letters from their late mother, Laura. The letters quickly turned their joy to shock. Laura revealed that I wasn’t their biological father.

“Did you know about this?” Chloe demanded, tears in her eyes.

“I had no idea,” I muttered, my heart breaking. “You’re still my daughters. Blood doesn’t change that.”

Chloe was furious, but Nora was just sad and confused. “Everything feels like a lie,” she whispered.

We decided to take a DNA test, which confirmed the painful truth. Determined to understand, I contacted Tom, their biological father. He was unaware of their existence and agreed to meet.

The meeting was tense. “I didn’t know,” Tom said, visibly shaken. “Laura never told me.”

Chloe and Nora processed the news quietly, grappling with their emotions. On the ride home, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words.

At home, Chloe finally broke the silence. “I feel so lost.”

I took her hand. “We’ll figure this out together. I’m here for you.”

Nora nodded. “You’re our real father. You’ve always been.”

Despite the revelation, our bond remained strong. Chloe and Nora decided to explore a relationship with Tom, but they knew who their real father was—the man who raised and loved them.

As they navigated this new chapter, I realized that love, not blood, makes a family. And our love was unshakeable.