“I don’t know, Jennifer… I need to be sure. I want a paternity test.”
That was the moment everything shattered.
I searched his face, hoping to find the man I married—the one who trusted me completely. But all I saw was doubt.
“You can’t be serious,” I said quietly.
“I am,” he replied firmly. “And if you refuse, I don’t think we can move forward.”
The ultimatum hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
Part of me wanted to scream, to demand why he would question me at a time like this. But I was exhausted—physically and emotionally.
So I just nodded.
