My son Ryan, 35, had been dating Shelly for a year when she announced she was pregnant. Though she seemed lovely, I suggested a paternity test—just to be sure. Ryan hesitated but agreed. The test confirmed he was the father. Shelly seemed pleased, but when we finally met, she lashed out, accusing me of distrust. I explained it was just precaution, but the damage was done. Tension lingered between us despite my efforts to be civil.

Months passed, and they got engaged. Yet behind the scenes, Shelly started spreading lies about me. Ryan, unaware of the manipulation, asked me to apologize or be excluded from the wedding. I refused to apologize for something I didn’t do—and was uninvited.

Then I got a shocking call from Shelly’s mom, Jen. In distress, she revealed the DNA test had been faked—Shelly’s father forged it. The real father wasn’t Ryan; Shelly lied to trap him, hoping for a better future for her child. Jen begged me to stop the wedding before it ruined Ryan’s life. I was devastated. Everything Ryan believed was built on a lie. Now, it was up to me to tell him the truth and save him from this betrayal.