At my 30th birthday party, my mother-in-law, Carol, tried to shatter my world by revealing DNA test results, claiming my baby wasn’t Matt’s. Her plan backfired with two words from him: “You traitor.”
Carol had insisted on coming, claiming she wanted to make amends, but I knew better. She thrived on manipulation, often masking cruelty as concern, especially during our struggles with infertility.
The party was perfect—friends, family, and our three-month-old son, Liam, peacefully napping.
Just as I was about to cut the cake, Carol handed Matt an envelope. He read aloud: Liam wasn’t his biological son.
Carol smugly declared, “Michelle cheated on you. Liam isn’t yours.”
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