She Was Just Our Housemaid — Until DNA Proved My Husband Is the Father of Her Newborn

I always believed my marriage was safe — until a baby proved otherwise.

Amaka joined our home two years ago as a housemaid. She was only 21, polite, respectful, and stayed out of trouble. I treated her like a younger sister. Bought her clothes, taught her to use pads, even helped her open a savings account.

Then she disappeared without notice. I thought maybe her village people called her urgently. I was even worried.

Eight months later, she returned — holding a baby boy.

I was shocked. She said she only wanted to see “Oga,” not me. My instincts kicked in. I asked her who the father was. She looked me straight in the eye and said:

“Madam, I didn’t want to tell you, but Oga is the father of my baby.”

I slapped her out of anger. I was ready to fight her — until my husband stepped out and said,

“Let’s go inside and talk.”

I nearly collapsed.

To cut the story short — we did a DNA test, and it came out 99.9% positive.

The same girl I defended from gossip and treated like a daughter… was carrying my husband’s child under my own roof.

Now my marriage is cold, my heart is bitter, and I sleep in a different room.

So before you trust anyone — even the ones calling you “Ma” — remember, betrayal often wears a uniform and says “Yes, ma.”