I gave birth five weeks ago to a baby with blonde hair and blue eyes. My husband and I both have brown hair and brown eyes.
The moment he saw our son, my husband freaked out. He demanded a paternity test and went to stay with his parents for weeks.
My mother-in-law made it worse. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “If that test shows this baby isn’t my son’s, I will make sure you are taken to the cleaners during the divorce.”
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