The 100th Test Snitched
After Lily turned six, I dragged her through ninety-nine DNA tests.
I even pulled her out of school.
Quit my job too. Every day, another hospital, another test.
The house? Total chaos.
And every single report said the same thing—biologically related.
By the hundredth test, Wesley snapped. He yanked Lily behind him.
"Lily came out of you. How could she not be yours? If you keep this up, we're done."
He pulled out the divorce papers.
Lily's face crumpled. She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe. "Mom, you said I was your most precious baby. Don't you want me anymore?"
"You were under a lot of stress after giving birth. It turned into depression. Let's see a doctor," Wesley's mom said, wiping her eyes.
I didn't say a word. I ripped the papers to shreds, yanked Lily out from behind him.
"One more test. Once we get the report, you can divorce me if you still want to."
The report came back.
No one said a word.