“You demanded this test. You threatened your wife while she was recovering. And now you’re escalating the situation inside a hospital.”
Jason’s voice dropped.
“I just needed to be sure.”
I met his eyes.
“No,” I said quietly. “You needed an excuse.”
The officer escorted him toward the door. Jason kept looking back at me as if expecting me to chase after him.
I didn’t move.
For the first time since Lily was born, the room felt safe.
Later that day, with help from the hospital social worker, I requested a temporary protection order. I sent the screenshots to my lawyer.
And I wrote a sentence I never thought I would write.
Any contact must go through legal counsel.
Jason entered our daughter’s life with an accusation.
He left the hospital stunned—not because of the DNA result…
but because the truth refused to bend to his story.
