logo
A man shrugging and a woman holding her head | Source: Shutterstock
A man shrugging and a woman holding her head | Source: Shutterstock

My FIL Doubted I Had Given Birth to His Son's Child – The DNA Result Shattered Him

Prenesa Naidoo
Apr 17, 2024
05:45 A.M.

When Violet's father-in-law walks into their living room holding onto DNA test results—claiming that Mona, her daughter, isn't her husband's child—Violet begins to spiral. She pleads for her husband to take another test to prove her innocence, only for a series of secrets to come undone.

Advertisement

I always thought I knew what shock felt like—until the day my father-in-law, Ron, stood in our living room, his face twisted in contempt, holding a piece of paper that he claimed could shatter my world.

An unhappy older man | Source: Unsplash

An unhappy older man | Source: Unsplash

"You have to leave," he declared, his voice cold and sharp. "You and your daughter."

His eyes drilled into mine, gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

I stared at him, disbelief anchoring me to the spot on the couch, as I held Mona, my daughter, to my chest.

"What are you talking about, Ron? Why would we leave?" I asked him.

A mom holding her baby | Source: Unsplash

A mom holding her baby | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"That child isn't Jake's baby!" he spat out, thrusting a DNA test result at me. The room spun around me, the walls closing in. Ron shook the paper until it fell to the floor.

But how?

How could this be when I had never doubted the paternity of our little girl, Mona?

Since I joined the family, I have always struggled with Ron. He had always undermined me and refused to take me seriously.

A folded piece of paper on the floor | Source: Unsplash

A folded piece of paper on the floor | Source: Unsplash

Once, during a dinner just before we got married, Ron was especially harsh.

"Are you sure you want to marry this girl?" Ron asked Jake while carving into a roast chicken.

Advertisement

"Of course, he does," Stella, Jake's mother, said, passing around mashed potatoes.

Roast chicken on a plate | Source: Unsplash

Roast chicken on a plate | Source: Unsplash

"I'm sure, Dad," Jake said, clutching my hand under the table.

But Ron kept poking at me the entire evening; he questioned my intentions about marrying Jake. He wanted to know whether I was in it for the right reasons.

"Come on, Violet," he said. "It's okay to want to marry up, but you need to be honest and upfront about it. I know that Jake seems like an incredible man, and even better because of the money we have."

A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

I was shocked. I almost let Ron break my spirit, and I tried to walk away from Jake and our relationship.

"I'm sorry," I told Jake one afternoon when he came over to my apartment.

"Sorry?" he asked, setting up his laptop to continue with his work.

A man using a laptop | Source: Unsplash

A man using a laptop | Source: Unsplash

"I don't think I can do this anymore," I said. "Your father truly despises me, and I don't think I can spend the rest of my life fighting for my position as your wife."

Jake's face fell, and I knew that I had hurt him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before going off on a tangent about how he would speak to Ron and settle his issues before I made any decisions about our future together.

Advertisement

"It's not just you in it, Violet," he said, moving to sit on the couch.

A man sitting on a couch and holding his head | Source: Unsplash

A man sitting on a couch and holding his head | Source: Unsplash

Despite Ron's drama, Jake and I got married without any interference on his part, and for the first few years, he seemed to understand that our relationship was based on more than just money.

But then, my mother-in-law began to get increasingly adamant that it was time for Jake and me to have children.

A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash

A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"I had Jake and Colin so early on in my life that I was able to get back into shape. Aerobics will be your best friend, darling."

By chance, not long after that—Jake and I found out that we were pregnant. Jake was over the moon with the anticipation of raising our child. But we both knew that the only option would be for us to move back in with Jake's parents so that Stella could help us with the baby.

A couple holding a pregnancy test | Source: Unsplash

A couple holding a pregnancy test | Source: Unsplash

"It's going to be rough," he admitted, handing me a yogurt. "But it's just until the baby is a little older, and we can figure out our next move."

Throughout my pregnancy, my mother-in-law was there for everything. She came to pregnancy classes with me, bought me books, and even cooked whatever I wanted to eat.

Advertisement

But on the other hand, there was Ron.

A pregnant woman holding her belly | Source: Unsplash

A pregnant woman holding her belly | Source: Unsplash

He started off being great—he went through nursery plans and wanted to build a playhouse in the backyard.

But then, things changed.

My father-in-law had always made it painfully clear that he wanted a grandson, an heir to carry on the family name—a legacy that he claimed was sustained by the birth of sons alone.

"I've picked out blue swatches for the nursery," he said one evening at dinner.

Blue paint swatches | Source: Unsplash

Blue paint swatches | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"Dad, you've got to hold off on that," Jake said. "Violet and I are going to wait until the birth to uncover if we're having a boy or girl."

"I think that's a great idea!" my mother-in-law said.

"Don't worry, son!" Ron said, patting Jake on the back. "There are only boys born into this family!"

A side profile of an old man | Source: Unsplash

A side profile of an old man | Source: Unsplash

This was something that he often boasted about. I knew that Jake would be more than happy if we had a daughter, but he seemed convinced that we were having a son, too.

"Dad's right," he said when we were lying in bed one night. "There's a great possibility of us having a boy in there because my family only seems to have boys."

Advertisement
A couple laying in bed | Source: Unsplash

A couple laying in bed | Source: Unsplash

And then, months later—Mona was born, in a fit of screaming glory.

But now, sitting on the couch with my daughter in my arms, there was no explanation for the DNA results to say anything other than Jake being the father.

Jake's face crumbled as his father gave him the folded sheet of paper with the results.

"Is this true?" he asked.

I reached out for him, desperate.

A woman holding her face | Source: Unsplash

A woman holding her face | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"Jake, you know this cannot be right," I said, the tears falling heavily. "Please, tell me that you don't believe this."

He looked from me to the baby in my arms. He could see his eyes in her, and the curve of her nose. There was no way that my daughter wasn't his.

But still, he hesitated.

"I don't know what to believe, Violet," he said.

Grasping at straws, I begged him, I reached for his hands.

A woman with her hands outstretched | Source: Unsplash

A woman with her hands outstretched | Source: Unsplash

"Let's get another test done," I said. "We cannot break up our entire lives on a single test that I know is incorrect."

Advertisement

After what felt like an eternity, he nodded slowly.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Let's do another test."

My father-in-law made the appointment. He seemed gleeful at the thought of catching me out in a lie. If anything, I knew that he still didn't approve of me, even with his granddaughter safely in the world.

An older man using a phone | Source: Unsplash

An older man using a phone | Source: Unsplash

Jake and I barely spoke for the week leading up to the appointment. He was still hands-on and present with Mona but seemed distant from me. Every morning when I made him breakfast before work, he would give me a small smile and begin eating without any conversation.

"We have to talk at some point," I said, making myself a cup of tea.

Advertisement

"When the results come back," he said curtly.

A person holding a cup of tea | Source: Unsplash

A person holding a cup of tea | Source: Unsplash

I sat outside and contemplated our future. There was absolutely no way possible that Mona wasn't Jake's child. There was never an instance of me being unfaithful. And unless this was one of those switched-at-birth reality TV shows, nothing made sense.

The morning of the test came, and we all went. Ron spoke to the doctor as though they were old friends—and they were because they played golf together.

We were all swabbed for our DNA.

A DNA test swab | Source: Unsplash

A DNA test swab | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"You'll get the results tomorrow," the doctor said. "I suggest that you all come in. I generally prefer that in cases as sensitive as this. We have support and counseling readily available."

My chest felt heavy and my heart thundered. There was no need for me to feel this way because I had nothing to prove. But at the same time, being in such a clinical setting made me feel like something heavy was about to follow.

A doctor with a stethoscope around his neck | Source: Unsplash

A doctor with a stethoscope around his neck | Source: Unsplash

"Let's all go get some food," my father-in-law insisted cheerfully. "It's probably the last day we'll be this clueless about what has been going on."

"That's enough, Ron," Stella said firmly, putting her hand on my arm.

Advertisement

He drove us to a coffee shop, and although none of us ordered anything, my father-in-law sat there with a coffee and a large slice of cake, happily humming to himself.

A cup of coffee and a slice of cake | Source: Unsplash

A cup of coffee and a slice of cake | Source: Unsplash

When it was time to get the results, the air in the doctor's office was thick with tension. Jake sat rigid, his hands clenched. Ron was smirking slightly as if he'd already won. Stella was holding onto a rosary, muttering under her breath.

The doctor's steps echoed in the hallway before he appeared.

"Congratulations, Jake!" he said enthusiastically. "This is indeed your daughter!"

A cold relief ran over me as Jake beamed.

Advertisement
A smiling man wearing a t-shirt | Source: Unsplash

A smiling man wearing a t-shirt | Source: Unsplash

"Wait!" Ron thundered. "Then why did my results come back saying that there was no relation to the child?"

That's when things got worse.

"I have some bad news for you," the doctor said, glancing at my mother-in-law.

Ron's face went white, and he sat back down in the chair.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

A downcast old man | Source: Unsplash

A downcast old man | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"There's no relationship to the baby because you are not Jake's father."

The impact of those words felt like a physical blow. The doctor held onto his stethoscope tightly.

"What? That's impossible!" he said.

Jake stood up abruptly, his chair scraping back.

"What does that mean? Doctor, what are you saying?" my husband asked.

"It means that Stella has to have a conversation with you all."

A smiling older woman | Source: Pexels

A smiling older woman | Source: Pexels

The story unfolded that Stella had an affair just before conceiving Jake—but she had been convinced that the baby was Ron's.

Advertisement

"I was so certain," she said. "The timing made sense to me."

As we drove home, the silence was oppressive. Ron and Stella were both lost in their own worlds, wondering where things had gone wrong for them. And it was clear that Ron's prized legacy was nothing but a facade.

A man driving a car | Source: Unsplash

A man driving a car | Source: Unsplash

In Mona's room, as I watched her sleep, Jake came and took my hand.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For doubting all of this. I should have known that she was my daughter."

I squeezed his hand, knowing that despite the upheaval, we had discovered a fundamental truth: Family isn't just about bloodlines or names. It's about the love we choose to give and the bonds we choose to build.

Advertisement
A smiling little girl | Source: Unsplash

A smiling little girl | Source: Unsplash

What would you have done?

Enjoyed this story? Here's another one for you |

My Son Urgently Asked Me to Come Home as He Was Scared for His Mom - My World Collapsed When I Entered the House

Steve begins his day like any other — nothing out of the ordinary, just a man saying goodbye to his wife as he leaves for work. But as the day moves on, he receives urgent calls and texts from his son. When he gets home, nothing is as it seems. Now, there's a strange man in his house, a pregnant wife with a baby that may not be his, and a crying son. What does it all mean?

The day started like any other. My wife, three months pregnant, kissed me goodbye as I left for work, her smile as reassuring as the morning sun.

Advertisement
A couple kissing | Source: Pexels

A couple kissing | Source: Pexels

"I'll cook when I get home," I told her. "Don't worry about it."

Laura worked from home, so I knew that she was going to get our son, Jackson, ready for school and out the door before heading back to bed. There she would read a book and have her morning cup of tea before logging onto work.

A woman reading in bed | Source: Pexels

A woman reading in bed | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

I worked through the day, approving marketing strategies and listening to presentations, all the while thinking of baby names for the little tot we were going to meet in a few months.

But as the office clock ticked past two, my phone vibrated insistently. Glancing at the screen, I saw my son's name flashing. I was in a meeting, which was in full swing, so I had no choice but to silence his call.

A man sitting in an office and using his phone | Source: Pexels

A man sitting in an office and using his phone | Source: Pexels

Knowing Jackson, he probably wanted to ask if he could go out after school. He and his friends had discovered the thrills of bowling, and they often tried to finesse their way into after-school hangouts.

A bowling lane | Source: Pexels

A bowling lane | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

When my phone lit up a second time, a knot tightened in my stomach — urgency pulsed through the text that Jackson sent, seconds after I silenced his second call:

Dad, please come home! It's about Mom! I'm scared.

Panic, raw and unfiltered, coursed through me. Excusing myself from the meeting, I rushed to the parking lot, my hands trembling as I dialed my son's number.

A person using a phone | Source: Pexels

A person using a phone | Source: Pexels

But my call to Jackson went unanswered. I tried my wife next but was met with the same eerie silence.

With my heart pounding against my chest, I floored the accelerator, my mind racing with dreadful possibilities.

Advertisement

Turning onto our street, my breath caught at the sight of my mother standing on the porch, her face pale. She stood there, her fists clenching and unclenching every few seconds.

An older woman standing outside | Source: Pexels

An older woman standing outside | Source: Pexels

"What on earth is going on?" I asked. "Is Laura okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Steve," she said, her voice faltering, and the ground giving in beneath my feet.

"What? No! What happened? Is it the baby? Tell me, Mom!"

My mother looked confused for a moment, and then her next words struck a different, unforeseen chord. Her eyes met mine, filled with a sorrow that immediately told me whatever news came next, it wouldn't be good.

Advertisement
A shocked man | Source: Pexels

A shocked man | Source: Pexels

"No, darling," she said. "She is fine!"

"Then why did you apologize?" I asked, wondering why I was still standing on the porch instead of rushing in to my wife.

But there was something about my mother's overall energy that made me feel uneasy. I put my briefcase down at my feet, waiting for her to say something.

Want to know what happens next? Read the full story here.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Advertisement
Advertisement
Related posts

I've Been Saving Money for My Dream Car for Years – What My Husband Did When I Had the Exact Amount Made Me Go Pale

July 12, 2024

My MIL Rented the Room Next to Ours during Our Honeymoon – She Wanted to Spoil Our Vacation, but Karma Intervened

July 18, 2024

Father-in-Law Belittled Me after Waking Our Baby with His Motorcycle — My Husband’s Reaction Left Me Speechless

May 20, 2024

My Husband Went to Live with His Best Friend Because Our Newborn Was "Too Loud" – I Made Sure He Regretted It

July 24, 2024

I Took My Son to Visit My Boyfriend's Parents — I Couldn't Believe What He Found in My Boyfriend's Old Room

August 05, 2024

I Hired a Fake Boyfriend for Our Family Dinner – It Turned Out to Be the Best Decision of My Life

June 25, 2024

My Son Came Home with a 'Gift' from Our Neighbor — When I Saw What Was in the Box, I Decided to Move Out

August 01, 2024

My MIL 'Kindly' Threw a Surprise Dinner Party on Having Our Newborn – What She Did at the End Made Me Go Pale

July 09, 2024

My Teenage Son Was Being Extremely Rude to a Cleaning Lady at the Restaurant – I Taught Him a Valuable Lesson

July 16, 2024

Cheater Gets Stepchild into Trouble, Jilted Wife Turns the Tables on Him – Story of the Day

June 26, 2024

Entitled Brat Threw Trash in Front of Elderly Garbage Lady, Saying 'Pick It Up, It's Your Job' – Karma Instantly Hits Back

May 24, 2024

New Father Kicks Wife With Newborn Twins onto the Streets, Years Later He Begs Her for Help – Story of the Day

August 07, 2024

Am I Right for Not Inviting My Sister to My Wedding after She Ruined My Proposal?

July 10, 2024

My MIL Asked Me to Help Cover Her Debt – I Was Horrified When I Found Out What She Was Hiding

May 14, 2024