7
News of our divorce spread fast among the family. In the family group chat, they all piled on, hurling insults without a care that I was still in the chat. I saved every message as evidence and then reported them all to the police.
Eric was furious when he found out. “We’re divorced! What do you want from us? You’re a monster!”
Ignoring him, I packed a bag and went back to the house. The place was chaos since several relatives had gotten a taste of the police station thanks to my report.
Eric opened the door, looking like he’d aged a decade in just a few days. “What do you want now? Haven’t you done enough damage?”
“Oh, I still owe you one last surprise.”
I stepped past him, making myself comfortable on the couch. Mr. and Mrs. Carter glared at me, clearly itching to kick me out. I tossed the DNA report onto the table. “Before you try to blame me again, take a look at this. I ran a DNA test using both your toothbrushes. I won’t carry this burden any longer.”
Mr. Carter snatched up the report, barely reading a line before going livid. “What is this?! Where did you get isn’t my son!”
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“What are you talking about, Dad?” Eric looked equally shocked as he grabbed the report and read it over. Mrs. Carter, meanwhile, had pale, slumping in her seat and refusing to meet our eyes.
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I placed a hand on her shoulder. “I should be calling you ‘Ma’am‘ now, shouldn’t I? After all, you let me carry your secret long enough. How do you plan to thank me?”
Mrs. Carter sat frozen, her head down. Mr. Carter yanked her up, practically growling, “Tell me what’s going on!”
Adding to the tension, I said, “Look closely, Uncle. The report matches the one you showed me. Don’t accuse me of faking anything this time.”
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Mr. Carter was no fool. He could see both reports were from the same hospital and understood it was real. He gripped Mrs. Carter’s arm, his eyes wild. “Tell me the truth. Who is Eric’s father? You’ve been lying to me all these years!”
Mrs. Carter’s lips quivered, her face full of guilt, though she muttered, “It’s fake! The report’s fake!”
I laughed. “Oh, come on. You must have known this day would come. You both are type O blood. How could Eric possibly be type A?”
Eric’s face fell as he slowly grasped the situation. “Dad, what does this mean? How can I not be your son?”
Mr. Carter slapped him hard. “Don’t call me Dad! Go ask your mother who your real father is!”
Turning to Mrs. Carter, he demanded, “Well? Speak up!”
Mrs. Carter stayed silent, tears streaming down her face, confirming everything without a word.
I stood up, straightening my jacket as I faced Mr. Carter. “I told you Noah was Eric’s son. But none of you wanted to believe me. Now it makes sense. Eric’s not your son, so naturally, Noah isn’t your biological grandson. That’s why the DNA tests didn’t match.”
Mr. Carter’s face twisted with rage as he looked at Mrs. Carter, his hands clenching tighter.
I added, “Surprised? I told you from the start, but none of you believed me. Instead, you kept Noah from getting a fair DNA test with Eric. Well, you’ve got the truth now.”
