My mother-in-law blurted, “This baby isn’t ours.” The room froze. My husband was stunned, I just smiled—then the doctor entered with the results: “There’s something you need to know.”
That cut deepest. I had endured Vivien’s scorn, her cold remarks, her silent verdicts, for him. And now, at her poison, he faltered. My voice emerged calm. “You’re not seriously entertaining this, are you?” He stayed silent. Vivien turned icy eyes on me. “If you’ve nothing to hide, then agree to a paternity test.” It… CONTINUE READING »