About a week after we came home from the hospital, my mother in law called the house. At first, I genuinely thought she might be calling to check in on her granddaughter. I was very wrong.
“Jennifer,” she said, her voice cool and sharp, “I have heard all about this paternity test. Let me make one thing very clear to you. If that baby is not my son’s, I will make sure you walk away from this marriage with absolutely nothing.”I froze, the phone trembling slightly in my hand.
“Mrs. Johnson, Sarah is Alex’s daughter. I would never even consider,” I started.
“Save your breath,” she snapped, cutting me off. “We will all see what the test says. Until then, do not expect anything at all from this family.”Then the line went dead.
I sat there in stunned silence, staring at the phone. Just like that, I had gone from being a beloved member of the family to being treated like an enemy at the gate. The quiet threats around lawyers and financial assets only made it worse.
