They also conducted genetic testing while I waited in agony for someone to tell me the truth. The first piece of evidence chilled my blood when the security team discovered a major discrepancy in the logs.
“Someone has been entering your room for several nights using your husband’s name,” the guard informed us. I could not believe the horror that was about to be revealed to our entire family.
During the following days, Trevor returned to the room but he refused to sit anywhere near my hospital bed. He focused on the paperwork and spoke to the doctors about my vitals while avoiding any mention of the pregnancy.
My daughters were not allowed to visit because Trevor did not know how to explain the situation to them yet. I understood his hesitation, but the isolation made every passing hour feel like a slow form of torture.
The DNA results finally arrived on a gray afternoon while rain lashed against the windows of the hospital. Dr. Jennings entered the room with a blue folder and requested that the door be locked for privacy.
