I never realized that I would have to prove my husband’s faithfulness on paper instead of by his actions or confidence.Through heartless letters and numbers that have the power to save or destroy.
My mother-in-law was standing in front of me, her arms folded across her chest, her lips pressed into a thin line.
We need to be sure.You see, it’s our family name.Besides, you dated that Artyom once.
She mentioned my ex as if he were a curse.
I glanced at my husband.He did not look me in the eyes.
Let’s settle this matter once and for all; it has nothing to do with mistrust.
In my chest, I experienced a searing ache.
Okay.But then you take the test as well.to be objective.
That’s too much.
No, I was stern. If we’re playing blood test, we behave fairly.
Three weeks had passed.Following receipt of the results, my mother-in-law eagerly organized a “family evening.”There were relatives, aunts, and brothers of my husband.
The results are in, she continued, taking out a white envelope.
Wait a moment.dramatic.She lingered, enjoying the moment.
According to the results of the paternity test, the boy is, in fact, my son’s child.
It was quiet in the room.A sigh of relief was heard.Somebody whispered in amazement.My mother-in-law seemed to lose her balance and sat down with her lips pushed firmly.But it wasn’t quite done yet.
I stood up.
Thank you.Now it’s my turn.I think everyone should hear about another outcome.
My mom-in-law jumped up and down:
— No.Don’t.Please.
— Why not?You wanted to know the truth.
I opened the envelope.
Igor is not Anatoly’s biological son, the test indicates.
Complete silence.My father-in-law slowly swiveled his head toward his wife.
— What is this?
The eyes of my mother-in-law lowered.
– It was a long time ago.I thought you wouldn’t know.
My husband sat with his mouth hanging open.Then he looked at me.
— Did you know?
— No.I only wished that everything was fair.
