Romans & histoires The Day I Miscarried He Demanded A Paternity Test

Was Liam fucking kidding me right now? I had just gotten here and he didn’t even offer me a seat but just went straight to the point asking for a freaking paternity test? “What did you just say?” I asked him as he sat back in his chair comfortably. My blood felt like it was boiling. How could he just ask me to risk the baby’s life because he wanted to confirm that he was the father? “I want a paternity test done.” He said once again as I closed my eyes processing everything he just said to me, was he fucking kidding me?

I try to take it back but he lifts it up way above me as he carefully looks at it. I just don't have the strength to jump right now. "You know it is rude to forcefully take things from people right?" I say in defeat and he looks at me with a creased brow. "You promised to let me know" Kill. Me. Now. I tiredly slump on a nearby couch and cover my face with my palms as I bow my head down. He fucking understands what is in that photo. I can't even deny that he is not the one responsible because we are still in the hospital. It will take him literally no time to request for a paternity test which will prove me wrong. I'm totally screwed. What is this day of today?

he said and left. I took my cell phone and dialed Agustin, "I need you to come to the hospital, they will do a procedure to Dany, to see that the baby is fine and also a paternity test, without her knowing, I will have to pay the doctor for that, I need you to be here and take care of that" I said trusting him. "Sure I'm on my way, you did good Marcus, you need to get this straight before it's too late".

He was waiting for her to tell him about this on her own. “I had that miscarriage because Eldric f…forced himself on me inhumanly and hurt me and hit me like an animal that night after he found that I am pregnant and he k…killed my child because he didn't want me to conceive,” a tear rolled down from her eyes as she recalled that night and how painful it was that her soul still shivered, recalling that night.

First, it was Bethany with the false pregnancy allegations. Now, on the day that I got proposed to, that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, my deadbeat father and his partner decided to show up. Why couldn't I ever have peace? "You still run that mouth of yours like a tap, don't you?" Sperm donor thundered, and the former me would have probably cowered at his scary voice but the current me gave no fuck. "What do you want?" Fernando snapped, and sperm donor cleared his throat and darted me a stare.

“But I’m not him. And if you want out of this mess alive, Alice… You should figure out which one of us is the bigger threat.” I stared at him. And I realized something. He wasn’t giving me an option. This was happening. And the worst part was… I wasn’t sure if I was relieved. I thought Noah was done. I thought we’d said enough for one night—too much. But then he stepped back, just enough to let me breathe, and said something that knocked the air right back out of my lungs. “I want a paternity test.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

"Please I don't want to hear about your relationship. Just tell me why you faked that contract. If Kayden forced you to do it, just tell me." He shook his head frantically. "No, he didn't. I don't even know where he is or what he's doing." "Yet you think he is the best choice for me." "I was just saying." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Okay. So what do you have to say about him now you know he's the reason for my miscarriage?" He shut his eyes tightly as if that was something he was trying to forget but I didn't stop speaking. "He beat me up until I lost the baby and would have hurt me more if Davis hadn't shown up when he did. Do you still think I should end up with him?"

However, the conversation revealed that she had no character whatsoever, and I quickly realized that it was impossible to count on her to clarify things. My anguish, however, came to an end that Monday. The results of the paternity test conducted during the pregnancy, through a non-invasive blood test, had come in. Although the result wasn't 100% conclusive, it was a solid enough basis for me to move forward, finally putting that absurd accusation behind me.

No, no, no. And why does he get to have what he wanted after all? He cheated on me! He destroyed me. I don't want to see him all excited over a baby that wouldn't even have married parents because of his shit. Because he needed something else. I'm not going to forget about that, I can't. I get out of the shower a long while later and I look at the tests with just one little scared eye. Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive. "Fuck!" I let out.

Furious, Diana shoved me to the ground with all her strength. At once, blood started to pour from my thigh. Seeing the blood, Diana seemed to lose her focus. She murmured to herself, "Jared is mine. He's mine. No one can take him away." By the time I was rushed to the hospital, it was too late. I had miscarried. The baby was gone. I cried bitterly as I complained to Jared, saying it was all Diana's fault. I even pulled out the surveillance footage. It was all for this moment.