He refused. She left, muttering, “You’ll see I was right.”
For a while, things were calm. Then one night, I came home to find Caleb sitting on the couch, head in his hands—Helen beside him.
“He’s at your mom’s,” Caleb said flatly.
My stomach knotted. “What’s going on?”
Caleb threw a paper at me. “Explain this.”
It was a DNA test. Probability of paternity: 0%.
I stared at it, numb. “You… you took a test?”
Helen answered, “I did. I sent samples from Caleb’s toothbrush and Lucas’s spoon. The results don’t lie.”
“I never cheated on you!” I screamed. “This is wrong!”
Helen folded her arms. “You’ve been caught.”
She just smiled.
Caleb’s voice cracked. “I need space. Don’t call me.”
He walked out. Helen followed.
That night, I could barely breathe. But I knew I hadn’t betrayed him. So I ordered my own DNA test with Lucas—determined to prove the truth.
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