My Son Disowned His Daughter, so We Took Her In – 16 Years Later, He Demanded a DNA Test and Was Stunned by the Results

My son abandoned his own daughter, so my husband and I did not hesitate to help. Years passed. Then a shocking demand at the worst time revealed more than old hurts.

Sixteen years ago, my son Tom had a daughter named Ava with his former wife, Mia. My husband and I decided to help raise our granddaughter after her father rejected her. We did not expect him to want parental rights when he learned how we planned to support her future.

From the first moment I met her, I loved Mia like my own child. She had energy, was smart, kind, and somewhat wild in her youth. People called her a "party girl." Her behavior was nothing I had not done myself once. She and Tom met during their third year of college when she had calmed down more. I believed they had found something real.

Ava arrived soon after they married. For a time, life seemed perfect. I thought they would stay together forever. But people change. Sometimes not for good reasons.

I feel ashamed to say this about my own child. I do not know where I failed with him. Tom betrayed Mia with another woman. I still remember the night she appeared at our door. She was shaking and holding Ava, who was just a baby then. Rain was falling hard. She did not speak much at first. She gave me Ava, sat down on the porch swing, and wept.

Tom had moved with Mia back to America months before his betrayal. She had nobody here except us.

Gary and I did what any good parents would do. We welcomed them into our home. Mia did not act demanding or angry. She offered to find work to pay rent, clean, cook, or do whatever she could. We said no. She was family. She still is.

Their divorce broke my heart. Gary and I put our energy into helping Mia raise Ava in a steady and loving home.

Tom did not seem upset or troubled by what he had done. He moved on shockingly fast. Less than a year later, he married Lacey, a woman I had met only twice before their wedding. What truly hurt me was that he stopped visiting Ava and stopped calling her. I pleaded with him to stay in her life. He brushed it off.

He claimed Mia had probably lied about Ava being his child. He used cruel words I will not repeat. He said he was finished with them. He rejected his first child completely.

We kept this information from Ava at that time. She was a quiet, watchful little girl with Mia's eyes and a brilliant mind. She enjoyed puzzles and music. She attached herself to Gary like he was her hero. He read her bedtime stories and took her to soccer games. He taught her to ride a bicycle when she turned six. They became close friends. He was the father she never had but needed.

Tom and Lacey now have a four-year-old son. Tom began giving more time to this child. Two years ago, everything shifted.

Doctors found lung cancer in Gary. This news shocked all of us, but it hit Ava hardest. She was fourteen and old enough to grasp what might happen. She attended every medical appointment with him. She even cut off her hair to show support when chemotherapy made his hair fall out.

Tom never appeared. I cannot understand how he became this person. He made no hospital visits and only made short phone calls.

I asked him why he stayed away so much. He laughed bitterly. "You have other children," he said. "Dad is not dying alone." I nearly let the phone fall from my hands.

Now Gary's condition worsens. Hospice workers visit three times each week. Ava is sixteen and begins looking at colleges. She still shares everything with Gary. She tells him about her grades, her friends, and her worry about leaving home.

She asked if he would escort her down the wedding aisle someday. He answered, "No one else would make me more proud to walk with."

Last week, Tom arrived without warning. The time was late, around eight in the evening. Ava was upstairs completing homework. Mia was visiting our neighbor Chrissy, with whom she had formed a strong friendship. Gary sat in his recliner watching a documentary about World War II submarines, one of his preferred shows.

My son knocked while carrying a six-pack of beer, as if this gesture would improve things.

"Hello, Mom," he said while entering without waiting for my invitation.

"Tom," I replied, feeling surprised. "What brings you here?"

He looked at Gary and then dropped onto the couch. "I wanted to discuss Dad's will."

Gary turned off the TV sound. My stomach tightened. Tom leaned forward with a business-like attitude and spoke directly.

"Listen, I am your oldest son and deserve more than my brothers and sisters."

Gary's face turned pale. We looked at each other uncomfortably. "What did you say?" my husband asked.

"We think the inheritance should be divided equally, but I care more about Ava and Diane (one of our other grandchildren)," my husband said.

Tom appeared shocked and furious. "She is not even my child! And Tim is my only son, so he should inherit more than Ava! Also, Mia was wild before we met. Everyone knew this!"

"Tom," I said sharply, "you must stop."

"She is just illegitimate," he said louder, not caring if his daughter might hear.

Gary rose to his feet. I had not seen him move so fast in months. "You will not talk about her that way in my home!"

"Come on, Dad," Tom mocked. "You will really leave my son with less so some unknown girl you feel sorry for can receive a share?"

"She is not some unknown girl," Gary said angrily. "She is your daughter, and she acts more human than you have in years!"

Tom laughed with bitterness. "Why do we not resolve this with a DNA test? You are all so certain she is mine. Let us see it on paper."

He spoke so carelessly, as if he was not destroying everything. I did not notice Ava had walked downstairs until I heard her speak.

"Agreed," she said, standing in the hallway. Her hands trembled. "Let us do the test."

"You want a DNA test? Let us proceed. I want to know also. I have always wondered why you despised me. Perhaps this will give me answers."

The pain in Ava's voice finally made Gary throw Tom out. He yelled, "I will not put you in the inheritance anymore! I do not know how you became such a terrible person! Leave my house!"

Tom felt shocked but remained angry as he grabbed his unopened six-pack and departed. He did not bother to look at or speak to his daughter.

My husband sat down carefully with tears forming in his eyes. I took Ava's hand and brought her into a hug with Gary.

The paternity test took two weeks to return from the laboratory after Tom provided his DNA. During this waiting period, Ava spoke little. Mia attempted to remain strong, but I heard her weeping in her room during the nights. Gary simply held Ava's hand whenever possible.

The results arrived. We opened them, and I called Tom. "Can you visit tonight?" I asked.

"For what reason?" he complained. "I have work to do."

"This concerns the will," I replied. "And Ava."

My son entered like he controlled the house. He smiled with arrogance and gave Mia a dismissive nod before dropping onto his usual couch spot.

"Well," he said, "you found your common sense?"

I gave no response. I passed him the envelope.

He lifted an eyebrow. "What is this? My portion of the inheritance?"

He ripped it open and stared at the document. His lips moved while he read. His face lost color.

"'Chance of fatherhood: 99.9999 percent.'" He glanced up. "She belongs to me?"

"Surprising, right?" Ava said from the hallway.

My granddaughter entered the room. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt. Her eyes stayed fixed on her father's face.

"I used to weep, questioning what I had done wrong," she said quietly. "Why my father despised me. Why he missed my birthday and skipped my school performances. I believed if I earned better grades or worked harder, you would change your mind."

Tom opened his mouth, but she lifted her hand. Tom appeared stunned. For once, he had no words.

Gary coughed softly. "You inquired about the inheritance. You will receive your portion. But Ava and Diane will stay my priority."

Tom sneered. "So you truly are choosing favorites."

"No," I said while standing straight. "We are honoring love and devotion. Two qualities you have abandoned."

He offered no argument. He simply remained there, quiet, staring at Ava as if he was noticing her for the first time.

Mia approached and put her hand on Ava's shoulder. "You do not need his acceptance," she murmured.

"I understand," Ava said. "But it felt satisfying to speak those words."

Tom departed shortly after without any emotional farewell. He simply slipped through the door with the test results still gripped in his hand.

That evening, Gary summoned Ava to his side. "You showed such courage," he said.

"I simply spoke what required saying."

He smiled weakly. "You will transform the world one day."

She embraced him carefully, placing her head on his shoulder. "As long as I make you proud."

"You have already done so," he whispered. "A thousand times more than enough."

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