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

Bri stood there in heels and a blazer, looking like she’d dressed for victory. She didn’t even say hello.

“Do you have the money?” she asked.

I stepped back, letting the door swing wider.

“Come in. Ethan’s home. I told him everything.”

That stopped her.

Just for a second, surprise and disappointment flickered across her face before she smoothed it away.

“Perfect,” she said, recovering quickly. “We can all have this conversation together, then.”

She walked into the kitchen, clutching the envelope like a winning lottery ticket.

Ethan didn’t move from his spot by the counter. He just watched her with a quiet intensity.

“Daddy?” William’s voice came from the doorway, curious and small.

Ethan’s expression softened immediately.

“Hey buddy, can you go play in your room for a bit? I need to talk to Aunt Bri about grown-up stuff.”

William hesitated, looking between us with those serious brown eyes, then nodded and padded away.

The second he was gone, Bri tossed the envelope onto the kitchen island with a flourish.

“Open it,” she told Ethan, her voice sharp with satisfaction. “Since your wife has told you the truth.”

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