He Faked the DNA to Ruin Us

At my daughter's seventh birthday party, I called her father over to cut the cake.

Instead, my husband shoved me away in front of everyone — hard.

"Don't call me that. I'm not her father!"

He slammed a paternity test down on the table. The results said Wren wasn't his.

I froze where I stood. A second later, my parents slapped me across the face in front of the whole room.

Vivian — the one they'd just welcomed back into the family — curled into my husband's arms, eyes rimmed red, wearing that carefully rehearsed look of innocence.