It never occurred to me that I would need to demonstrate my husband’s faithfulness on paper rather than by his deeds or trust.Through soulless digits and letters that can either destroy or save.
With her lips drawn into a narrow line and her arms folded across her chest, my mother-in-law stood in front of me.
– We must be certain.It’s our family name, you see.Additionally, you once dated thatArtyom.
She spoke my ex’s name as though he were a curse.
I looked at my spouse.He avoided making eye contact with me.
— It has nothing to do with mistrust, justLet’s get this issue resolved once and for all.
I felt a burning pain in my chest.
All right.However, you also take the test after that.to be impartial.
That is excessive.
No, I was firm. We act fairly if we’re playing blood test.
It was three weeks later.After we received the findings, my mother-in-law excitedly planned a “family evening.”My husband’s brothers, aunts, and cousins were all present.
— Well, — she said, removing a white envelope, — the findings are in.
Hold on.theatrical.She stayed, relishing the occasion.
The paternity test indicates that the boy is actually my son’s child.
There was silence in the room.There was a sigh of relief.A surprised whisper came from someone.My mother-in-law sat down with her lips pressed firmly after appearing to lose her equilibrium.However, it wasn’t finished yet.
I got to my feet.
I’m grateful.It’s my time now.I believe there’s another outcome that everyone should hear.
My mother-in-law leaped to her feet:
— No.Don’t.Please.
— Why not?You desired the truth.
I pulled the envelope open.
— According to the test, Igor is not Anatoly’s biological son.
Dead quiet.My father-in-law turned his head gently in the direction of his wife.
— What is this?
My mother-in-law’s eyes went down.
— That was quite some time ago.I assumed you wouldn’t find out.
My spouse sat with his jaw agape.He then turned to face me.
— Were you aware?
— No.All I wanted was for everything to be equitable.
