Father Disowns Newborn Baby And Accuses Wife Of Cheating, Then Wife Does This
The next day moved like fog.
Emily fed the baby, changed her, rocked her, burped her. Her body repeated the steps on autopilot, but her mind never left that parking lot.
Every buzz of her phone made her heart leap. Every minute of silence stretched like a wire pulled too tight.
By early evening, the sky outside had deepened to a dusky blue when James walked through the front door without knocking.
He looked worse than she’d ever seen him—eyes bloodshot, stubble shadowing his jaw, shoulders slumped.
He didn’t ask if he could come in. He just did, like the house still belonged to him.
They sat at the kitchen table, the baby monitor between them hissing softly. The air felt fragile.
The phone rang.
James snatched it up. “This is James,” he said, voice hoarse.
Emily watched his face as he listened. Watched the color drain from his cheeks, watched the muscle in his jaw jump.
“What?” she whispered, even before he hung up.
He lowered the phone slowly, as if it had grown heavier. “They ran the test twice,” he said, voice flat. “I’m not the father.”
The words punched the breath from her lungs. “That’s not possible.”
He let out a humorless, shaky laugh. “You really…” He shook his head. “You really never stop, do you?”
Before he could spiral further, she reached across the table and grabbed the phone from his hand. “This is Emily Parker,” she said, forcing her voice steady. “There has to be a mistake. I need you to confirm what you just told my husband.”
A calm, professional voice answered. “Mrs. Parker, we verified both samples. The results show a zero percent probability of paternity. Your husband is not the biological father of the child.”
Emily’s pulse thundered in her ears. “Your tests are wrong,” she said. “You mixed something up. You had to.”
“I’m sorry,” the woman replied. “Our lab quality checks are stringent. The results have already been reviewed twice.”
“No,” Emily said. “No, you don’t understand. There has to be another explanation.”
