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

” “I went for a paternity test with her, I don't know what the outcome will be, but I don't want to make the same mistakes my father made. I want to be with the woman I love, I can't let you go.” “You already lost me, Jaxon. Just face the reality and take care of your unborn child.” Serena shut the door and fell to her knees. She cried so much, she wished she could help him, he seemed to be suffering, but she had to help herself first. She could hear him sob quietly and after a few minutes his footsteps faded away.

**** The next day he demanded to be discharged, he could not see Myriam or Tony, because they were isolated in a special room, so he immediately went to the sperm bank, after arguing with the director, who agreed to give him the name of the woman who received his semen. "Her name is Myriam Bennett," he reported, and gave him all her information, confirming that it was the same person. Gerald left that place like a madman, got into his car, started it and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, arrived at his house, and clearly remembered how he threw the money at him that time, that he went to ask for his fair settlement. "She was carrying my son in her womb and I had no consideration," sh

he muttered, almost to himself. His jaw clenched as if piecing together a puzzle he hadn’t wanted to solve. “I only did a paternity test for myself and Liam. I never… I never even considered…” His voice trailed off, the weight of his oversight crashing down. I felt a surge of emotions—hope, grief, disbelief—all tangled together. My voice cracked as I begged, “Doctor, please. Do the test. I need to know the truth. It’s important.” Emerson’s phone buzzed in the heavy silence. He answered it mechanically, his movements stiff.

He gestures at the concerned television. It was the day after our second miscarriage that I recall purchasing it. I did not want to go, but he did. Naturally, however, I accompanied him. even if I ought to have remained in bed. He chose it, took it home, and spent the whole weekend staring at it as if I didn't even exist. There were a ton of signs. There were so many clear signs that something was wrong. What went wrong with me? Alternatively, what's wrong with me?

“How did this happen?” “I don’t understand it either,” he murmured, pain evident in his voice. “We haven’t done anything wrong. Why would this happen to our child?” He paused, struggling to find words. “It was a natural miscarriage. After my meeting, I found her collapsed. I got her to the hospital, but by the time she woke up, the baby was already gone.” The memory weighed heavily on him. Freya had lost so much blood that day. The sight of the red-stained gauze filling the bin had been unbearable. He had felt utterly helpless, unable to do anything but stand by.

IRIS ‘I want a paternity test done.’ I. Want. A. Paternity. Test. Done. Those words did not stop ringing in my ears, even after Maverick walked away from me, leaving me alone in the balcony. He wanted me to get a paternity test, to prove that Amethyst was his. If he was only asking about it for the sake of Sebastian and his foolishness, that would’ve been a completely understandable situation. But… he wasn’t. He was asking for himself. Because he didn’t believe that Amy was his.

"Mr Donovan," I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a seat opposite him. He studied me, his brows pulling together before he settled back down "Is everything okay? Dr. Henry asked. I dipped my hand into my pocket and placed the tiny poly bag in front of him. His gaze flickered from the bag to me, his brows knitting together "I want to run a paternity test and I need it done Asap!" I mumbled. He stared at me. He already knew I didn't have a child with Cherry and I could see the questions lingering in his brow but he decided to keep his mouth shut

"She's fine. Just not with the baby. She lost her baby. The results of our examination showed that the baby died due to strong pressure. Plus, it seems that the patient's state of distress is another thing that has weakened her womb." Instantly, the men sighed heavily. Especially Damian who immediately finished his breath strongly and looked very annoyed at what the doctor said about his baby. After the doctor left, Damian clenched his fists at his sides and looked at Derek. "You heard, right? Listen well! She miscarried, because of your wife. How can you repay her? How can you call yourself a father?" Damian said sarcastically. "Damian, calm down!" Hendry said quite coldly. Damian then thre

I say pointing at Santiago. I lower my voice to finish my thought, “I personally am more invested in keeping your pregnancy healthy up to delivery than anyone, would you like to know why?” I smile sweetly, “Because I am looking forward to seeing the results of a paternity test. I know my infertile ex-husband can’t be the father and I’m willing to bet Santiago isn’t either. Yet, you have the balls to call me a whore. Pathetic.” Santiago clears his throat.

“It’s brutal, but that’s reality. Whoever holds better leverage wins. You and Marcus are aligned on every level. He strengthens your position. Don’t blow everything up because you’re angry.” She knew all of that. That was exactly why she’d swallowed so much for so long. “A few days ago,” she said evenly, “I went to see Marcus. I overheard him and his mom talking. She wanted a paternity test. Of course I refused. He backed down, apologized, said we wouldn’t do it. So I forgave him. Then today he says he’s infertile. Says the baby’s a bastard.” Mary froze. “You never told us about the paternity test.”