Then all hell broke loose. It wasn’t just a scandal. The truth came out, and everything crumbled.
The DNA test clearly showed Ethan wasn’t his father’s biological son. His mother-in-law’s old sin was exposed in full.
The apartment filled with screams and wails. Elizabeth tried to justify herself, yelling that she’d been framed, that it was all a setup.
Her husband threatened to strangle his unfaithful wife for passing off another man’s child, making him a cuckold. Neighbors banged on the door, demanding the noise stop, even threatening to call the police.
Sarah sat quietly, not saying a word. Though her suspicions were confirmed, she felt no joy in her victory. Quite the opposite.
She felt partly guilty, as her demands had shattered her husband’s family. That wasn’t her intent. God knows.
In the end, Michael Thompson announced he’d file for divorce. “It hurts deeply to learn the truth,” he told his wife, voice thick with betrayal. “Now I see why you tried to smear your daughter-in-law—you sensed your own guilt.
But you were wrong—not everyone’s like you.” Elizabeth stopped shouting or defending herself, only weeping quietly in defeat. Ethan gently took Sarah’s hand and whispered, “Don’t blame yourself, darling.
Better a bitter truth than a sweet lie.” He was even grateful to his wife for opening his eyes to his mother. His head understood, but his heart struggled to accept a loved one’s betrayal.
His mother-in-law learned a hard lesson. Don’t shift your sins onto others. All her schemes and games led to a broken family and a lonely retirement.
Fate was the cleverest in this story, delivering a twist no one could ignore.