I tried hard to stay calm, even as panic began rising in my chest. “Alex, newborns often have features that change. Hair color and eye color shift in those first few months. It really does not mean anything.”
But he did not look convinced. He kept staring at our daughter, rubbing his temple as if a math problem in his head was not adding up.
“I do not know,” he said quietly. “I think I need to be sure. I want a paternity test.”That was the exact moment something inside our marriage broke.
I searched his face, hoping to find the man I had married. The man who had once promised to trust me through anything. But all I could see in his eyes was doubt.“You cannot be serious right now,” I whispered.
“I am very serious,” he replied firmly. “And if you refuse, I do not think we can move forward together.”
The ultimatum hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. Part of me wanted to scream. Part of me wanted to demand why he would question me at the most vulnerable moment of my entire life.But I was exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. Completely. So I simply nodded.
“Fine,” I said softly. “Do whatever you need to do.”Going Home Alone With a Newborn
