My SIL Did a DNA Test for My Daughter Behind My Back — When I Learned Her Reason for This, I Went Low Contact with My Brother

“You’re raising a dead woman’s affair baby,” my sister-in-law shouted, shoving a DNA test in my face—in front of my six-year-old daughter, Ava.

Ava clung to me, whispering, “Daddy… am I still your daughter?” My heart broke.

I’m Jake. Ava isn’t my biological child. Her parents—my best friends—died when she was three months old. No family stepped up, so I did. I’ve been her dad every day since.

But my brother fed Isabel lies, making her steal Ava’s DNA to “prove” I wasn’t her father. I was furious—not because of the test, but because Ava doubted me.

I told them both: family isn’t DNA. It’s love. It’s showing up. Every single day.

That night, Ava asked again, scared: “Am I really your daughter?”

I hugged her tight. “Always. Forever.”

Because that’s all that matters.