He Demanded a DNA Test for Our Son — So I Gave Him an Ultimatum He Didn’t Expect
Sarah paused, thinking she must have misheard over the sound of running water.
Turning off the tap, she turned to her husband, John, standing stiffly in the doorway, a grim look on his face.
“What did you just say?” she asked.
“I want a DNA test for our son,” John repeated, his voice sharp and unwavering.
Sarah stared at him, towel still in hand. “Why would you even say that?”
“Because I don’t think Tim is mine.”
The words hit her like a slap. Their four-year-old son, Tim, who John had loved, played with, and cared for without hesitation, was now being doubted?
Where was this coming from?
They had been married for six years, and Tim was born a year into their marriage—a time Sarah had always remembered as happy and faithful. She had never once given John a reason to doubt her.
Trying to stay composed, Sarah asked, “Why now?”
John sneered slightly. “See? You’re already getting defensive! If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t even be questioning it.”
Sarah wanted to scream at the absurdity of it. Their relationship had never been about fiery passion, but about mutual respect and loyalty—at least she thought so. Yet here he was, shattering that trust with baseless accusations.
“I’m just trying to understand, John,” she said, forcing her voice to remain calm. “Where is this sudden doubt coming from?”
John folded his arms smugly. “Look at him! I’m blonde, my whole family’s blonde, and Tim’s got dark hair and brown eyes!”
Sarah almost laughed in disbelief. “John, so do I. And you’ve always said he looks like my father!”
“Maybe I was wrong,” he snapped. “He looks more like that guy you used to work with—Mark.”
Sarah stared at him, dumbfounded. Mark, a former coworker from her days at the furniture store?
That Mark, who bore absolutely no resemblance to Tim beyond having dark hair?
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered, shaking her head.
But then came the real reason.
“My mom and my sister think he’s not mine. They said you’d deny everything.”
And there it was—the true source of the poison.
Sarah had always been polite but cautious around John’s mother and sister. They seemed sweet at first, showering her with compliments and smiles.
But over time, Sarah discovered their real feelings—backhanded insults, gossip, and nasty remarks whispered behind her back.
Sarah had never been the type to fake politeness for the sake of appearances. She called them out when she discovered the backstabbing. Since then, her relationship with John’s family had been strained, if not openly hostile.
And now, it seemed they’d gotten exactly what they wanted: John’s trust had been cracked.
Still, Sarah decided to stay composed. She gestured for John to sit down across from her at the kitchen table.
“John, your family has never liked me. They’ve been whispering in your ear for years. And now you’re ready to destroy your marriage over their lies?”
“If you have nothing to hide,” John said stubbornly, “then you shouldn’t be afraid of a DNA test.”
Sarah smiled tightly. “Fine. We’ll do it. But I have one condition.”
John raised an eyebrow. “What condition?”
“When the results prove you’re Tim’s father—as they will—you’ll pack your bags, move out, and go live with your mother. Then, we divorce.”
“Divorce?” he sputtered. “Isn’t that a bit extreme?”
Sarah’s voice was calm but firm. “I won’t spend my life with someone who trusts gossip over me. I won’t raise my son around someone who lets others poison his mind against his own family. If your mother’s word matters more than mine, you can go live under her roof.”
John looked uneasy but remained stubborn. “We’ll do the test.”
“Good,” Sarah said, standing up. “Let’s get it over with.”
The test was done the next day. Samples were taken from both John and Tim.
And for a full week, the house became a battlefield of silence. John barely spoke to Sarah—or Tim.
Sarah watched it all with growing sadness. She wasn’t just fighting for her marriage anymore. She was seeing who John really was.
When the email with the results finally came, Sarah didn’t even look at it. She handed her phone directly to John.
He spent several minutes studying the report, his face gradually softening.
“He’s mine,” he said finally, laughing awkwardly. “See? We worried over nothing! Let’s celebrate!”
Sarah smiled, but it was a cold, hollow smile. “You can celebrate packing your things.”
“What are you talking about?” John’s voice cracked.
“I told you. I can’t stay with a man who let doubt destroy everything we built. Who could ignore his son for a week because of his mother’s malicious whispers.”
John pleaded. He apologized. He promised to cut ties with his toxic family.
But for Sarah, it was too late.
It wasn’t the request for a DNA test that broke them.
It was the betrayal of trust, the willingness to believe others over the woman who had stood by him for years.
Sometimes, it takes just one moment to show you everything you need to know about a person.
Sarah filed for divorce soon after. She built a new life for herself and Tim—a life filled with honesty, love, and trust.
As for John, she genuinely hoped he learned something from the wreckage he caused.
But deep down, Sarah knew: people rarely change.