Father Disowns Newborn Baby And Accuses Wife Of Cheating, Then Wife Does This
“Another explanation?” James snapped, voice suddenly sharp. “That’s your angle?”
“Dr. Wilson,” Emily blurted into the phone, ignoring him. “Can I speak to Dr. Wilson? The OB who delivered my baby?”
“One moment, please,” the receptionist said.
As the line clicked and held, James laughed—a short, bitter sound. “A mix-up,” he repeated. “You’re actually going with that?”
“I’m telling the truth,” Emily said, clutching the phone like a lifeline.
“Don’t you dare look at me and say that child is mine,” he shouted, his voice cracking.
“I never said she wasn’t!” she yelled back. “I said the test is wrong!”
The baby’s thin wail crackled through the monitor. Emily’s chest tightened.
“Emily?” Dr. Wilson’s voice finally came through, steady and wary. “They just called me about your request. What’s going on?”
“The paternity test,” Emily said, words tumbling out. “They said James isn’t the father. Tell me that can happen—that tests can be wrong, or samples can be switched—something.”
There was a heavy pause. “It’s extremely rare,” Dr. Wilson said slowly. “DNA tests are very accurate, especially when the sample chain is properly documented. Mistakes do happen, but they’re uncommon.”
Behind Emily, James barked out another humorless laugh. “Uncommon,” he repeated. “Hear that? Not impossible, just convenient.”
“James, please,” Emily said, her eyes burning.
He stepped closer, anger radiating off him. “You let me hold her. You let me talk to her, plan for her, like she was mine.”
“She is yours,” Emily choked.
“Don’t,” he roared. “Don’t say that again.”
The baby’s cries from the monitor grew louder, frantic.
Emily’s knees felt weak. “You were there,” she whispered into the phone. “You saw us. You know I didn’t—”
“I know you love your child,” Dr. Wilson said quietly. “But from a medical standpoint, if the lab confirmed—”
The rest blurred.
James backed toward the door, chest heaving. “I can’t do this anymore,” he said. “I’m done. I want a divorce.”
“James—”
“You and that child—” His voice broke around the word. “You keep each other.”
The door slammed behind him with a sound that felt like something inside her cracking open.
Emily sank to the floor, the dial tone humming faintly in her ear, the baby’s screams echoing through the house.
