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

Ethan picked up the envelope slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

Bri watched him with a hungry expression, like she couldn’t wait to see him break all over again.

He pulled out the papers inside and scanned the first page.

Then the second. His face showed zero signs of shock or anger, just an eerie stillness.

Then he looked up at Bri and asked quietly, “Do you know whose name is on this?”

Bri’s smile faltered. “What do you mean?

Of course, it’s…”

“Read it,” Ethan said, sliding the papers across the counter toward her.

Bri snatched them up, her eyes moving across the text. Confident at first. Then confused.

Then frozen.

The color drained from her face as if someone had pulled a plug.

“Oh my God! That’s not…” Her voice came out strangled. “That’s not possible.”

“It is,” Ethan declared.

“That’s YOUR paternity test, Bri. The one you begged me to keep hidden two years ago because you didn’t want Mark to know the baby isn’t his.”

Bri’s hands started shaking as the papers rattled.

I watched the realization crash over her in slow motion. She’d seen the clinic logo and immediately jumped to the darkest conclusion because that’s how her mind works.

She’d assumed scandal and betrayal.

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