The moment his sister whispered, “That child isn’t yours,” he didn’t defend me, didn’t breathe, didn’t even blink — he just turned and said, “Do a DNA test.” Five years of marriage collapsed into one sentence that felt like a blade. I agreed, certain the truth would clear me… never imagining Amara had already paid someone to destroy my life.
The house remembered how mornings used to sound—kettle sighing, spoon against ceramic, a child’s cartoon voice leaking from the living room. On this morning, silence sat heavy as a wet coat. She held the envelope like it might jump. The lab seal was unbroken, the print clean and official. Her husband, Chidi, stood by the … Read more
