My Life After I Decided To Conduct A DNA Test on My First Son – part 3
“Tell me, what has this boy done to you, you want to kill my son for me?” she yelled
“It’s a good thing you called him your son, because that thing is not my son and you must tell me who the father is”
And I let the cat out of the bag.
My brother advised I take things calmly, but I couldn’t control it.
She aggravated my anger.
But still, she need to tell me who the father is.
And her face turned blue instantly as she got calm, as someone who they poured chilled water.
She looked at the kids and asked them to go to their room.
Henry was also shocked to hear that.
He wanted to remain there, to hear the response she would give.
But she scolded him to enter the room.
After they entered the room, she calmly walked to me and asked me to explain what I just said.
“Prisca, I know I’m not the father of Henry, so you should better do yourself good, by telling me the reason you imposed him on me. You are not only telling me who the father is, I will also make sure that I recover the whole money I spent on him. He must pay me, right from the day he was delivered from the hospital.
And Prisca doesn’t even know what to reply me.
I studied her face and realized she was looking guilty and that made my suspicions more solid.
“Better start talking”
And she was still looking at me.
The next thing she did, she walked out on me, hissing loudly and entered the children’s room. She thought I wasn’t serious, that I was joking.
I wanted to go after her, to show her that I was dead serious, but I decided to allow it rest for that night. But one proof was clear, the reaction on her face.
She went quiet the moment I mentioned Henry not being my son, but later regained balance, so that it doesn’t look like I was actually right.
And gently, I went inside my room, controlling my anger from exploding, swearing to send her packing if it happens that, she tricked me with pregnancy and forced me into marrying her….don’t stop reading.. follow link below to continue
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