Still, Helen never stopped. On Lucas’s fourth birthday, she showed up uninvited—this time with an accusation.
“I want Caleb to take a DNA test,” she announced.
Helen’s eyes narrowed. “And how can you be sure? You don’t know what she’s been doing.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not standing here,” I snapped.
Helen glared. “I know Lucas isn’t Caleb’s. Just admit it.”
“After fifteen years together? That’s absurd,” I said, shaking.
“You’ve never seemed faithful,” she hissed. “I warned him about you.”
“Enough,” Caleb said sharply. “I trust my wife. I’m not taking a test.”
Helen’s smirk was ice-cold. “Then prove it.”
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