Angelina TELL SHAYLA SHE IS THE ONE WHO CHANGE KAI DNA RESULT

 Title: “Angelina’s Truth — The DNA Deception”

The late afternoon sun poured in through Shayla’s windows, casting a warm golden hue across the hardwood floor. Kai was napping in his room, his soft breathing like music in the otherwise quiet house. Shayla stood at the kitchen counter, rinsing off grapes for his snack when she heard a knock at the door.

She wasn’t expecting anyone.

Wiping her hands on a towel, she walked to the door and opened it, only to freeze.

It was Angelina — her cousin, her former best friend, the woman who had been around during some of the darkest and most chaotic times of Shayla’s life… and the one person she hadn’t spoken to in months.

“Can we talk?” Angelina said, her voice shaking slightly. She clutched her purse tightly, as if letting go of it might unravel her completely.

Shayla didn’t move. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here.”

“I know,” Angelina said quickly. “And I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious. Please, Shay… I have to tell you something.”

Shayla studied her face. There was no makeup, no attitude, none of the usual smug confidence Angelina wore like armor. She looked... afraid. And small.

Shayla stepped aside without a word, letting her in. Angelina walked into the living room and stood awkwardly, wringing her hands. Shayla closed the door behind her, arms folded.

“This better be good.”

Angelina took a breath. “It’s about the DNA test. Kai’s.”

Shayla blinked, caught off guard. The DNA test. The one that said Anthony wasn’t Kai’s biological father. The one that shattered the last fragile pieces of their relationship and sent Shayla into a spiral of confusion, shame, and pain. She’d questioned everything — her memory, her integrity, her body.

“What about it?” Shayla asked, her voice tight.

“I… I changed the results.”

The words landed like a thunderclap.

Shayla stared at her. “What did you just say?”

Angelina’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m the one who changed the results. It wasn’t the lab. It wasn’t some clerical error. It was me.”

Shayla’s mouth fell open, but no words came out.

“I had a friend,” Angelina rushed on. “She works in the admin department of the testing lab. When the test was ordered, I—I paid her to switch the results. I told her it was to protect someone, to fix a mistake. She didn’t ask questions.”

Shayla’s heart pounded in her ears. “Why? Why would you do that?”

Angelina looked like she might collapse. “Because I was angry. Jealous. And stupid. You had everything I wanted. A family. Anthony’s love. You were strong even when everything around you was falling apart. And I... I was bitter. I felt invisible. You always shined, and I was always in the background.”

Shayla shook her head, disbelief twisting her features. “So you destroyed my life to soothe your ego?”

“I didn’t think it would go this far!” Angelina cried. “I thought maybe you’d walk away from Anthony and eventually things would work out. I didn’t think you’d lose sleep over it. I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think at all!” Shayla shouted. “You didn’t think about Kai! About Anthony! About me! You just ripped the truth out of my hands like it was nothing!”

Angelina’s tears spilled over. “I know. And I am so, so sorry. I came to make it right.”

“How?” Shayla demanded. “You think standing here and confessing will undo the damage? Anthony walked away from Kai. I questioned myself every single day. And all this time, I wasn’t crazy. I knew he was Kai’s father. But you made me doubt my own body!”

“I’ve already contacted the lab,” Angelina whispered. “They’re correcting the record. I’ve signed an affidavit, and the court will be notified. You’ll have the official, true results. Anthony is Kai’s biological father.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Shayla’s body trembled — not with fear, but with rage. The betrayal sliced deep, more brutal than anything Anthony had ever done. Because this came from someone who was supposed to love her like a sister.

“You’re done,” Shayla said coldly. “Don’t ever come near me or my son again.”

Angelina looked like she’d been slapped. “Shayla, please—”

“I mean it,” Shayla said. Her voice was quiet but sharp as glass. “You don’t get to burn everything down and then beg for forgiveness when the ashes don’t fall your way.”

Angelina took a shaky breath, nodded, and turned toward the door. “I’ll leave. But I’ll fix what I can. Even if you never speak to me again.”

As the door shut behind her, Shayla stood in the silence, hands shaking. She slid down to the floor, clutching herself, her back pressed against the wall.

She cried — not out of weakness, but from the overwhelming flood of validation. She hadn’t been wrong. She hadn’t betrayed Anthony. She hadn’t imagined it.

The truth had been stolen from her… and now, it was coming back.

Later that evening, as Kai played in the living room, Shayla picked up her phone. Her fingers hovered over Anthony’s name. For the first time in months, she had something real to give him — the truth.

And maybe, just maybe, the first step toward repairing the damage that had never been hers to begin with.