“He Said ‘I Don’t Trust You, Shayla!’ — But The DNA Test Revealed a Heartbreaking Truth 💔” Read More

 

The DNA Between Us”

The evening air felt heavy. Shayla stood near the window, staring out at the streetlights flickering in the rain. Behind her, the door slammed open.

Anthony (angrily): “I don’t trust you anymore, Shayla! This time… I’m bringing my paternity specialist!”

His voice cracked with pain more than anger. Shayla turned slowly, her eyes wide, tears already forming.

Shayla: “Anthony, what are you even saying? After everything we’ve been through… you think I’d lie about something like this?”

Anthony stepped closer, his jaw tight, fists clenched. The room fell silent except for the ticking clock on the wall.

Anthony: “You’ve lied before. You hid things. You disappeared for days when I needed you the most. And now, suddenly, you tell me you’re pregnant? You expect me to just smile and believe it?”

Shayla’s hands trembled as she clutched her sweater tighter around her stomach.

Shayla (softly): “Because it’s the truth… this baby is yours.”

Anthony laughed bitterly, shaking his head.
Anthony: “Truth? You said the same thing two years ago. Remember? When I found those messages from Marcus? You swore it was nothing. Then I saw him leaving your apartment at midnight.”

Shayla’s lips quivered.
Shayla: “That was a mistake. I was broken. You were distant, cold. You stopped loving me.”

Anthony: “Don’t turn this on me, Shayla! I gave you everything. My time, my loyalty, my heart—everything! And you still made me look like a fool in front of everyone.”

She took a step toward him, her eyes pleading.
Shayla: “Anthony, please… I’ve changed. I swear I have. This baby, he’s yours. I feel it.”

Anthony (quietly): “Feel it? Shayla, feelings don’t prove fatherhood. Facts do.”

He pulled a folded document from his jacket — an appointment confirmation from a DNA clinic.
Anthony: “Tomorrow, 9 AM. My paternity specialist will be there. We’ll know the truth.”

Shayla stared at the paper, her breath shaking. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then, her voice broke:
Shayla: “You really think I’d go through this pain just to trap you?”

Anthony: “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

He turned toward the door, but her voice stopped him.
Shayla: “Anthony, wait. Look at me… please.”

He hesitated. Shayla took a step forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Shayla: “Do you remember that night by the lake? You held me when I told you I couldn’t have children. You said God had His timing. And now that it’s finally happened… you’re accusing me of lying?”

Anthony’s face softened for a brief second — that memory hit him deep. He remembered the moonlight, the promise they made to never give up on each other. But the pain of betrayal still lingered.

Anthony (hoarse): “People change, Shayla. So do promises.”

She sank to the couch, holding her stomach.
Shayla (whispering): “If this test proves you wrong… will you come back?”

Anthony didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He just stared at her — a woman he once loved so deeply, now a stranger wrapped in secrets.

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Next morning — DNA Clinic

The sterile white walls made the air feel colder. Shayla sat silently, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Anthony stood across from her, pacing back and forth. The paternity specialist, Dr. Lawson, entered with calm authority.

Dr. Lawson: “Good morning. I understand this is a sensitive situation. We’ll just need a quick sample from both of you.”

Shayla nodded quietly. Anthony didn’t say a word.

When the samples were taken, they sat in silence. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioner. Anthony finally spoke.

Anthony: “No matter what this test says, Shayla… I want you to know I didn’t come here to humiliate you. I came because I need peace. I need to know if I can trust you ever again.”

Shayla: “And I came here to prove that I never stopped loving you.”

He looked at her, eyes filled with confusion. For a second, the pain faded — replaced by a trace of the man he once was with her.

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Two days later

Anthony’s phone buzzed. DNA Results Ready.

He sat in his car, hands shaking, staring at the message. Shayla had been calling him all day, but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. He finally opened the email.

Paternity Probability: 99.9% — Anthony Walker is the biological father.

His breath caught. His eyes welled up. The world went silent for a moment.

He drove to Shayla’s house. She opened the door before he could knock — eyes swollen from crying.

Anthony (softly): “It’s mine.”

Shayla gasped, covering her mouth. Tears spilled down her face.
Shayla: “I told you… I told you, Anthony.”

He stepped inside, his voice trembling.
Anthony: “I’m sorry… I just— I couldn’t believe it. I let the past poison my heart.”

Shayla placed his hand on her stomach.
Shayla: “This is our second chance. Don’t let fear take it away again.”

Anthony’s eyes filled with regret.
Anthony: “I missed you, Shayla. I missed us. I just didn’t want to get hurt again.”

Shayla: “Then stop running from love. Let’s start over — not for me, but for the baby.”

He pulled her close, holding her tightly as tears rolled down both their faces.

Anthony (whispering): “I don’t deserve you… but I’ll try to be the man I should’ve been.”

Shayla: “Just be here. That’s all I need.”

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Six months later

Anthony stood beside Shayla in the hospital room, holding her hand as she gave birth to their son. When the baby cried, so did he.

Anthony: “He’s perfect… just like you said.”

Shayla (smiling weakly): “Told you I don’t lie about the things that matter.”

He kissed her forehead. For the first time in years, the weight of doubt lifted from his heart.

Outside, the sun broke through the clouds — bright, warm