My SIL Demanded $5,000 a Month or She’d Show My Husband a DNA Test – One Small Detail Ruined Her Life

Bri looked up. “Ethan, please…”

“Now.”

She stumbled out, leaving the door open.

The house felt quieter.

William appeared, clutching his bear.

“Mommy? Why was Aunt Bri crying?”

I knelt and pulled him close. “Sometimes grown-ups make bad choices, baby.

But you’re safe.”

Ethan wrapped his arms around both of us. William leaned into him, knowing who his safe people are.

Later, after William was asleep, Ethan and I sat at the kitchen table, where this whole nightmare had started.

“She did this to herself. I’m sorry,” I said.

Ethan took my hand.

“You don’t have to be. She probably mixed up the two DNA tests.”

When William was eight months old, he got sick. The doctors were worried it might be genetic, something serious.

They sent us to that clinic for testing.

Ethan squeezed my hand.

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