My Husband’s DNA Test Proved He Wasn’t the Father—But My Own Results Revealed an Even Darker Truth

Still, Helen never stopped. On Lucas’s fourth birthday, she showed up uninvited—this time with an accusation.

“I want Caleb to take a DNA test,” she announced.

Caleb crossed his arms. “Not happening. Lucas is my son.”

Helen’s eyes narrowed. “And how can you be sure? You don’t know what she’s been doing.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not standing here,” I snapped.

Helen glared. “I know Lucas isn’t Caleb’s. Just admit it.”

“After fifteen years together? That’s absurd,” I said, shaking.

“You’ve never seemed faithful,” she hissed. “I warned him about you.”

“Enough,” Caleb said sharply. “I trust my wife. I’m not taking a test.”

Helen’s smirk was ice-cold. “Then prove it.”

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