Anthony is about to Secretly Conduct a DNA Test on Kai😱
Anthony had never imagined he'd find himself in this position.
He’d always wanted to be a father. When Shayla had told him she was pregnant three years ago, it had been the happiest day of his life. He remembered holding her hands as they trembled, the two of them crying, laughing, spinning in the kitchen like children.
And when Kai was born—a healthy baby boy with Shayla’s big brown eyes and a full head of jet-black curls—Anthony had sworn that nothing in the world could come between them.
But now… something wasn’t right.
It started with the little things.
Kai’s hair began to lighten. His curls turned looser. His eyes weren’t quite brown anymore. His skin tone shifted just enough to stir something unspoken inside Anthony. He pushed those thoughts away—shame washing over him each time. How could I even question this? He’s my son.
But it wasn’t just the physical differences.
It was the conversation he accidentally overheard.
He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but Shayla was on the phone late one night, pacing in the living room while she thought he was asleep. Her voice was low, nervous, rushed.
“No, he doesn’t suspect anything,” she had whispered. “He thinks Kai is his. Please, don’t ruin this.”
Anthony’s heart stopped. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just let those words echo again and again in his mind.
He couldn’t sleep that night.
The next day, he watched Kai as the little boy played with his toy trucks in the backyard. Every laugh, every movement felt like a question.
Anthony needed answers.
The idea came quietly but firmly: a DNA test.
He wrestled with the guilt. For weeks.
But the doubt was eating him alive.
He couldn’t talk to Shayla about it—not yet. If he was wrong, it would destroy everything. But if he was right…
So he did what he had to do.
He ordered a private DNA testing kit online—discreet packaging, no clinic visits, no questions asked. All he needed was a cheek swab from himself and Kai.
The package arrived a few days later, tucked into the mailbox like any other letter. Anthony stared at it for a long time before bringing it inside.
The next morning, while Shayla was out grocery shopping and Kai was watching cartoons in the living room, Anthony sat beside him.
“Hey, buddy,” he said gently. “Let’s play a little game.”
Kai giggled. “Okay, Daddy!”
Anthony pulled out the cotton swab, making it look like part of the game. Kai didn’t question it. He opened his mouth like it was nothing. Just a little fun with Daddy.
It felt wrong. But it was done.
He mailed the test that afternoon.
And then came the wait.
Each day felt like a lifetime.
Shayla noticed something was off. “You okay, babe? You’ve been quiet lately.”
“I’m fine,” he lied, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”
But inside, he was unraveling.
He looked at Kai differently. With love, yes—but also fear. What would it mean if this child he raised, loved, held through sickness, taught to ride a bike—wasn’t his?
Was that even possible?
And what if it was?
The email came exactly 10 days later.
Anthony sat at the kitchen table, palms sweating, laptop open. He stared at the subject line: "Your DNA Test Results Are Ready."
He hesitated.
Then clicked.
The results loaded slowly. His heart pounded in his ears.
And there it was.
Probability of Paternity: 0%.
He couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
The world turned silent around him as the words burned into his soul.
Kai wasn’t his biological son.
Later that night, Shayla came home and found Anthony sitting in the dark, the laptop still open on the table.
“Anthony?” she asked, confused. “What’s going on?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at her, his eyes unreadable.
Finally, he said quietly, “I know.”
Her face froze.
He could see it in her eyes—the realization that everything she’d hidden was now laid bare.
“Anthony, I—I wanted to tell you. I just… I couldn’t. I didn’t know how.”
He stood. “You lied to me for three years. You let me believe—let him believe—I was his father.”
Tears welled in Shayla’s eyes. “You are his father. In every way that matters. The man who gave me comfort during pregnancy. The man who stayed up at night feeding him, who taught him his first words. The man he calls Daddy.”
Anthony’s voice cracked. “But I’m not his. I’m not his blood.”
“You’re more than blood,” she said desperately. “Please, Anthony. Don’t walk away from him.”
He turned to the hallway where Kai slept, a soft snore drifting from his room.
He didn’t know what to do.
Didn’t know what he could do.
All he knew was that everything had changed.
But somehow, through the heartbreak and betrayal… his love for that little boy hadn’t.
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