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Five years after the breakup, I returned to the country with my daughter to attend my ex-boyfriend's wedding. At the ceremony, my daughter pointed at the groom and said sweetly, "Mommy, that man looks just like me." Brody Johnston immediately dropped the bride. He stormed toward me and grabbed my wrist tightly, asking, "Isabella, you've got some nerve—hiding my child from me?" I pulled my hand free, my expression completely unreadable. "Does he?" I said calmly. "Maybe there's a bit of blood relation." After a pause, I added, "After all, the child's father... is your brother."