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

Marco shouted. “What the fck is going on with you today?” Ricardo asked, running over. I raised the Paternity DNA Test in front of their faces. Their jaws dropped.

I whispered, but my voice broke. He finally turned to me, his eyes dark and unreadable. “We’re doing the test. Tonight.” “Test?” My throat tightened. His jaw flexed. “Paternity. I don’t give a damn what the doctors say. I want proof. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now.” “Valerio, please,” I begged. “I just found out…I’m still trying to breathe. I don’t even know what to feel yet.” “You don’t have the right to feel,” he snapped, his voice cutting me in half. “Not when you expect me to live with his shadow inside you.”

Patricia responded. “You’re lying about the affair,” Emma added. “I’m not,” Patricia repeated. “You think you’ve won, Patricia?” Emma asked. “I think you’ve lost,” Patricia said. Emma hung up. Patricia stared at the screen. Another call came through. It was a number she didn’t recognize. She answered. “This is legal counsel for Ace Blacke,” the voice said. Patricia stayed silent. “We’ve seen the article. We are requesting a formal paternity test,” the lawyer said.

Without giving space for more questions, she breezed out of the room, leaving me to ponder about this mysterious stranger. Then, it crossed my mind. Today was the D-day. I had to get to Alpha Horace before Michael and Ashanti did. I quickly left the hospital and few minutes later, I got home. I had barely entered the living room when a voice stopped me. "Don't tell me you just had another miscarriage!" It was my father-in-law, Patrick Wilmington. His wife, Becca, Ashanti and Michael were also seated there. "Father, this isn't the right time"

“Five years you kept my children from me.” I stared down at the paper, my blood turning to ice. It was a DNA test. The results were clear as day: 99.99% probability of paternity. “How did you—” I started, but he cut me off. “I had the doctor at the hospital test Jane’s blood last night. And now I know Jane and Max are mine. I know you lied about the miscarriage, lied about the abortion, lied about everything.” His voice was rising with each word. “And I know you’re not really married to my brother either.”

" It was the final, logical move. Burning my father's kingdom to the ground to fuel our escape into the light. The ultimate rejection of Roderick Thorne. Marcos cautioned about the risks. I didn't care. For the first time, I could see a future without shadows. But a warrior's instinct stirred. Before I walked into that federal building, I needed one last piece of certainty. I authorized the test. A discreet prenatal paternity test. Samples routed through three labs in three different countries. Absolute anonymity. Definitive results. I told myself it was a formality. Due diligence. I needed to be able to say, with scientific certainty: This is my child. But in the quietest part of my heart,

I roll my eyes. “Please don’t tell me you guys went on trips and had all the fun without me!” He actually looked like he was about to cry and I had to reassure him that it wasn’t that exciting. When I fill him in on everything that happened and my pregnancy he looked so pissed and ready to kill. “What the fuck, that bastard! Why didn’t you tell me? You know I would have gotten rid of it before he found out !” “Don’t worry Nic, mothers have miscarriages every day,” I winked.

His dark eyes locked on me — wild, possessive, desperate. “You’re bleeding,” I whispered, voice trembling. He ignored it. In two strides he had me pinned against the cold metal wall of the safe room. His bloodied hand cupped my face while the other shoved my robe completely open. “Tell me you don’t believe it,” he demanded, voice rough. “Tell me you know this baby is mine.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I don’t know what to believe anymore, Damien. The drugs, the note, the video, my father working with Harrington… and now this paternity test—”

he almost whispers and avoids looking at me. " I am seeing a doctor that is on your paycheck. If you don't trust her, we can see another one. Make an appointment with a doctor of your choice, just to confirm or deny the fact of my pregnancy. I won't change the doc. I kind of like her, " I say and shrug with my shoulders, and he takes a deep breath, calming himself. " She had a miscarriage!" the tied man screams. " That's correct. But that was something different, " I say and have to fight my tears .

When Kris wanted to leave Amanda's room, Amanda called, " Father, please I don't want you to ask her about her maltreatment towards me. At least not now, until we have conducted and gotten the paternity test result. Just pretend that all is well. Let us not give her reason to suspect us." Kris replied, " I will, if that is what you want." " Thanks father." Amanda said before her father left. * * * * * The next day, by 9:30 in the morning, Kris and Amanda went to the hospital for the paternity test. After taking their blood sample, they were informed to come back in two days time for the result . When they got home, Amanda received a call from Mirabel. She was angry with her. " Amanda, today