Sarah looked up from washing the dishes, thinking the sound of running water had distorted what she heard.
Turning off the tap, she looked at her husband, John, standing in the doorway with a serious expression.
“What did you say?” she asked again.
“I want a DNA test for our child,” John repeated, his voice firm.
“Why?” Sarah asked, drying her hands with a towel.
“Because I don’t think our son is mine.”
This was shocking news. Their four-year-old son, Tim, was doted on by John, who, despite not being the father of the year, had always taken an active role in Timβs life. He spent time with him, bought him toys, and even babysat when Sarah needed to go out.
He had never before suggested any doubts about being Timβs father, nor was there any reason to. Sarah and John had been married for six years, and she found out she was expecting a year later.
That year was a happy one, and Sarah had been faithful. So where was this coming from?
“Can I ask why you think this?” Sarah inquired, trying to keep calm.
John smirked, looking at her sharply. “See! You’re already trying to talk me out of it! If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t worry!”
It sounded absurd.
They might not have had an all-consuming love, but Sarah believed love was about mutual respect and fidelity. If you get on well with someone and respect each other, that was love in her book. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI