My mother-in-law, Georgia, accused me of cheating and claimed my husband Hans couldn’t be our baby’s father. She said our son looked nothing like their family and demanded a DNA test. Hans defended me, but the pressure from his family became unbearable—so we did the test to silence them.
The results proved Hans was the father.
But then came a surprise: Hans’s blood type was B+, while both Georgia and Manny (his supposed parents) were O+. That’s genetically impossible.
Manny turned to Georgia and asked, “How is that possible?”
She went pale… and confessed. Hans wasn’t Manny’s biological son. She had an affair years ago with a family friend—Hans was the result.
The irony? She accused me of infidelity, when she had kept a secret for decades.
To make it worse, Georgia tried to reintroduce Hans to her former lover, claiming he was his “real dad.” Hans shut it down instantly. He chose the man who raised him—Manny—as his father.
Manny divorced Georgia, apologized to us, and cut ties. So did we.
Sometimes the truth comes out in ways no one expects.
