Emily squeezed my shoulder, but even her support couldn’t undo the damage Alex had caused.
Then things became even worse.
About a week later, my mother-in-law called. At first, I assumed she was checking in. I was wrong.
“Jennifer,” she said in a cold tone, “I heard about the paternity test. Let me be clear—if that child isn’t Alex’s, I’ll make sure you leave with nothing.”
I was stunned.
“Mrs. Johnson, Sarah is Alex’s daughter. I would never—”
“Save it,” she cut me off. “We’ll see what the results say. Until then, don’t expect anything from this family.”
