The Day I Miscarried He Demanded A Paternity Test Novels & Stories

"Of course, he believed me. Why wouldn’t he? Anyway, I don’t get why you look so worried. You said yourself that the genes in your family are very strong, didn’t you?” "Yes, I did say that. However, I still think it's not too late to get an abortion, like I’ve been telling you to do. You can tell Nathan that you miscarried the baby or something. I mean, you do know that even though he and I are related, if a paternity test is done, it will show that he’s not the father, don’t you? And I know Nathan, he’ll definitely ask for a test to be done.” He complains worriedly, but unfortunately for him, I don’t share his worry.

And he'd let her go with such ease. Suddenly, like a dam giving way, the anguish, sorrow, and despair he had been suppressing surfaced. Kieran was unable to contain his tears any longer and sobbed harshly and uncontrollably while crouching over the steering wheel. His entire world had fallen apart. He remained motionless and hollow as he sat there all night. His phone rang just before dawn. It was the facility for paternity testing. "Your expedited report is prepared, Mr. Colin. The findings show that you are not the biological father.”

The paternity test took three agonizing days to process. Three days of avoiding Marcus, dodging his calls, pretending everything was fine when my world had imploded. Finals week had started, which gave me an excuse to hide in the library. I threw myself into studying with manic intensity—anything to avoid thinking about babies and Tokyo and the future I'd almost had. Ethan found me on day two, looking concerned. "Jules told me," he said, sliding into the chair beside me. "About Marcus's situation."

"That's right! My son's famous now—you don't deserve him. We're exposing you today, and you're leaving with nothing! Every bracelet, every necklace, every cent you spent—it all comes back to us!" Even the nurse who had handled the earlier blood test chimed in with a self-righteous tone. "Mr. Highmore's love for his wife has touched us all, but sadly, he loved the wrong person. I can assure everyone—the blood test was accurate, and the paternity results will be too."

"That's impossible. You swapped her! You even showed me the video!" Mom picked up the bloodstained paternity test result from the ground. "The paternity test…" Jeremy shouted in disbelief, "No way! It must be a mistake! Did you mix up the samples? I want a retest! I don't believe this!" With that, he snatched the paternity test and ran out, holding some of my hair and his own. Meanwhile, Mom kneeled by my side as she cried and pleaded with me, "Faye, please wake up…"

She laughed again, but this time there were tears in her eyes. "You're thinking you hate me, don't you. Fine, do it. Just don't forget that you would have been the father of my child, our child, if the baby hadn't died. You would have a living, breathing son right now if I hadn't had to - you don't understand. You couldn't ever. How could you know what it's like to deliver a miscarriage alone at home on the toilet with no one there for you? Not the father of your baby, even. Because that's what it was, not just a 'miscarriage.' I didn't ask during my checkups whether we were going to have a boy or a girl because I wanted to find out together, do you know that? And I certainly didn't want to

Dad placed his hands on his hips, ignoring the fact that he was folding the DNA test results as he did that. "You and I know that we had issues with your low-sperm-count. I was very greedy and wanted someone to inherit—" she interrupted it with a sob, sniffing, "I was actually pregnant with your child. I mean, I saw the signs of pregnancy and was totally sure that I was pregnant with your child. I used to have a friend, Roger, he liked me and all." She sobbed again. "After a month of noticing the pregnancy signs, I began to have doubts." She wiped her tears with the back of her palms, ruining her makeup more than it already was.

He can't see that I'm like this because of his question. "I want to see our child, Kali." "What child are you talking about, Anthony?" I asked him, then laughed sarcastically. Where does he get the courage to say the word 'our child'? "I-I had a miscarriage when I left. You know that, don't you? That the child had a weak grip to me, but you still managed to hurt me physically and send me away while it was raining heavily! And now you're here! Finding our child that you're talking about! Didn't you tell me then that you are not the father of my baby when I told you that I was pregnant?" I continued to tell him.

"No, I didn't see him like that back then. But he was there for me, through all of it. And when the baby's father didn't step forward, didn't stand up, he asked me to marry him." "Marry me, Maggie. Let me give you both the protection of my name." He'd been so earnest, and she'd wanted so badly to believe that it could work. That this incredibly kind, good boy could and would make a life with her, with her child. That something positive could come out of all the heartache. Athena's voice was uncharacteristically gentle. "What did you say?" "I didn't get a chance to say anything. My miscarriage started, and he rushed me to the hospital." She could still remember the sharp stab of pain and the

" Now, I'm sorry if what I said to you a few days ago was a little bit mean. I honestly didn't mean it. But you seem to be forgetting something Skyler, that day, you lost the baby was the worst day of my life as well. You know why? Because I lost a child too. I lost that baby and you know how I wanted to have it. How much I wanted YOU to have it. But she's gone now, and there's nothing anyone can do about it other than accept the fact and move on." " That's where you have it all wrong." He said, lowering his voice. " You find it hard to accept things. The moment something goes wrong, you want to run away. You have to stop doing this. You have to stop running away every time something goes wr