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My Husband Forced a DNA Test on Our Newborn— I Wasn’t Ready for What Came Next

My daughter was only three days old when my husband demanded a DNA test. I begged him to see the truth in her tiny face, but his silence was colder than any accusation. He stood there with the kit in his hands, refusing to touch her, refusing to trust me. And then came the moment I’ll never forget. So, with shaking hands, I did it myself. I pricked my newborn’s finger, watching a single drop of blood form—the first wound of her life, not from illness, but from her father’s suspicion…

My daughter was only three days old when I was forced to pierce her tiny finger—not because of a medical need, but because her father demanded proof she was his.

I should have been basking in the glow of new motherhood, whispering her name for the very first time. Instead, I stood under the cold gaze of the man I had once trusted with my life. My husband, Daniel, didn’t ask how I felt after the birth. He didn’t reach out for his newborn. He only said two words that cracked me open:

“DNA test.”

The maternity ward was warm with soft light and the lull of newborn cries. Around me, mothers rocked their babies. I held mine to my chest, her skin pressed against me, fragile and perfect. She was my flesh and blood—how could he not see that?