Unveiled: Who is My Son's Father?

When we arrived at the hospital, my legs felt like jelly. Jasper had to help me walk the whole way. Ethan noticed and made some snide, “tsk-tsk” sounds.

When my son turned one year old, it was his first time getting his blood drawn, and he cried his little heart out. People say there’s a special bond between a mother and child—when he cried, it felt like my heart was breaking, and I couldn’t stop my tears.

But the mistress, who claimed to be his real mother, didn’t even flinch at his cries. She just pointed to the tiny needle mark on her arm and whined to Ethan about how much the needle hurt.

Jasper handed me a tissue, his voice softening. “Don’t cry. No matter what, I’ve got your back.”

Ethan and the mistress were still smug. “What are you going to do when the results come out?” Ethan taunted.

“Yeah, you’ll have to hand over my son!” the mistress added, confident as ever.

The paternity test results would take three days. I couldn’t be bothered to argue with them, so I just turned and left.

Jasper drove us all back home, and as a thank you, I invited him upstairs for a cup of coffee. He didn’t stand on ceremony. As soon as we got inside, he asked, “Where’s your first aid kit?”

Without a word, my daughter quietly brought it over. Jasper took my wrist and started applying medicine to my hand. He was firm in his words, but his touch was gentle.

“Your hand’s just swollen and red now, but if you don’t take care of it, it could get infected, maybe even ulcerate,” he said.

I felt a wave of gratitude. I never thought anyone would care so much about something as small as this.

“Thank you! I’m so lucky you were here today. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you…”

Jasper half-joked, “I just happened to be in the right place at the right time! I’ve got this hero complex—can’t stand by when something unfair is happening. Plus, you were always my adorable junior back in school!”

We exchanged smiles, and the awkwardness between us started to melt away. Jasper shared some stories about classic divorce cases, which were both eye-opening and somewhat reassuring.

After Jasper left, I went into my kids’ room. They were both sound asleep, so peaceful. I watched my son’s face, just like I used to, but now, I couldn’t find any peace in it.

The events of the day kept playing in my mind on a loop. The more I looked at my son, the more I noticed—he really doesn’t look like me. His eyebrows, his mouth… they all remind me of someone else.

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I had to force myself to look away, telling myself over and over not to let Ethan’s lies get to me. The paternity test results aren’t in yet—don’t scare yourself. Hospitals are so strict these days; there’s no way a baby could just be switched.

I tucked my son in and was about to leave when I heard my daughter whimpering in her sleep.

“No! Mom, run… Dad, don’t hurt Mom, don’t… run…”

My heart shattered all over again, and tears started streaming down my face. I leaned close to my daughter, gently stroking her head to comfort her.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Mom’s here. Don’t be afraid, Mom’s not going anywhere. I love you so much.”

I wiped the sweat from her forehead and stayed with her until she settled back into a peaceful sleep.

After leaving the room, I leaned against the wall in the hallway and slapped myself, hard. The guilt in my heart was overwhelming, but even more than that, there was a burning hatred for Ethan. His cruelty and selfishness didn’t just hurt me—they scarred our children too.

He has to pay for what he’s done. It’s what he deserves.