I wished I shared her confidence. Even if the truth came out, how could things ever go back to normal?
Weeks later, Alex finally called.
“The results are in,” he said, his tone distant.
He came over that evening. We sat in the living room as he opened the envelope.
My heart pounded as he read silently.
Then his face changed—shock, disbelief, something deeper.
“I told you so,” I said bitterly, anger finally breaking through.
After everything he’d put me through, the truth was exactly what I had said from the beginning.
His face flushed with anger. “You think this is funny?”
“Funny?” I shot back. “You abandoned me after I gave birth. You accused me of cheating. You left me to deal with everything alone—while your mother threatened me!”
